For the majority of my life, I always felt that Cancer would be my ticket to the great unknown.

It might sound morose, but at least for me, talking about it, and in ways, joking about it, helps make it less scary.

Looking at my family history, many of them "tied" their battle to Cancer.

(I don't say lost because it's not like Cancer won; if the person isn't around, then neither is the Cancer, so if nothing else, the battle was fought to a stand-still).

Thanks to the late great Norm MacDonald for pointing that fact out.

Then I got a job as a phlebotomist and courier at a medical lab.

You'd think my opinion on ways to die would change, especially seeing how many blood tests are done and for what. And my opinion did change.

An Open Letter To Washington Drivers!

I no longer expected to

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