- On the morning of June 6, 2007, doctors told me that I had a tumor the size of a softball in my left lung which, left untreated, would probably kill me by summer’s end.
- Stunned and scared, I returned to my hospital room, where my roommate, an elderly hip replacement patient with poor hearing and a handy-dandy morphine pump that she was self-administering rather frequently, was BLARING THE TV.
- So it was hard to miss it when Barbara Walters introduced her next guest on “The View,” which airs in the New York area from 11 a.m. til noon, The Cancer Dancers.
- I looked up at the ceiling and said, “Really God? The Cancer Dancers? Now?”
- No one heard me because the TV was turned up so loud.

Frankly, all the tourists and families lined up on the shore began to worry that the shuttle was somehow hanging off the other side of this barge and we wouldn't see it after all.

Then she appeared. I Instagrammed this to make it look even cooler. I didn't mean to include the bald man's head in the shot, yet it's somehow fitting, given my cancerversary and all.

The nice tourist who took this shot was genuinely happy that I'd survived cancer to be here today. (And by "here," I mean here, on Earth.)