Of being grateful and fortunate for still being alive, cancer free (even though I haven't seen my oncologist in over a year or more 😂), and literally healthy as an Ox... No joke I literally feel like I'm Benjamin Button. The shitty version.

Since beating the shit out of that pussy, I've never felt better, never looked better, never had more of a hunger to conquer... But I'm left here not being used to my full potential I feel. Everything before cancer feels soft and weak compared to the 39 year old man typing this now.

I do know some of you are just now joining or being diagnosed, you have endless questions, not enough answers. The people around you now are supportive and caring, loving and available. Until they are not. Maybe?

I'm not scared to fight cancer again, bring it. I'm not scared of my future. I'm not scared of life. The one thing that always makes me wonder is why I'm not scared of death.

39 year old white male with a wife (currently live separately) and two wonderful kids...

Am I broken?