I'm not adding anything to my bucket list these days. Instead, I'm content with simple things. Being there for my older daughter as she navigates another year of college. Watching my younger one give opponents twice her size more than they can handle on the athletic fields. Even chopping down another Christmas tree is something I'm looking forward to.
You see, a year and a half ago, the odds of me being here today were about 1 in 4. Two weeks after running in the 10-mile 2013 Broad Street Run in Philadelphia, I started on a diet of common over-the-counter drugs to quell stomach pains. A succession of doctor visits ensued. Then came the phone call on the morning after Father's Day 2013: "The diagnosis of cancer cannot be ruled out."