Three years to live

Ten years ago I was given three years to live. At that time I was a married man living in Northern California with my wife and two daughters age six and eight. I was told there was a reasonable chance I would never see the new millennium. Sick people say they are not afraid of dying; it is the journey they fear. Wrong sparky. I can assure you I was scared to death. Well not actually to death, but you get the general point. This blog then will be the story of my journey. It is filled with life and death, love and hate, sadness and happiness, understanding and bewilderment. The story is sad enough but not totally depressing. A new world was opened to me filled with wonderful characters and many new people I grew to love. Tighten your seat belt sparky, you're in for a hell of a ride.