Like most stage 4 cancer patients, my father has fifty zillion medical problems that go a long with struggling with cancer too. His spirits are high though, he’s definitely a fighter.

While he’s definitely never been much of a father (except in the biological sense), if he hadn’t shared what he did share about his medical problems, and had given me the number of his brother, Robert, who let me talk directly with his physician, Dr. Judith Bus in Vancouver, then I wouldn’t have learned what I did learn about my family history.

He knew I needed that information when I spoke with him in the early summer of 2006, for the first time in almost ten years. He didn’t have to help.

And that family medical information became the basis for my quest to find the answer. That information confirmed that something ‘strange’ was definitely going on. Something beyond the normal scope of problems doctors deal with.

Yes, it would have been more helpful if I had known my paternal medical history my entire life, but to discover it in 2006 definitely fell into the ‘better late than never’ category.

I couldn’t have spent this time without the help of my son’s godfather, Joe, who is more of David and mine’s real family (in the real sense of the word family), but I am treasuring this time, paying my respect for my gratitude for the information I did get,

hopefully in time to save David.