Sorry about not blogging these past weeks. Things got tough for a while because of medicine side effects, which made…
Great Are You, Lord.
I find it difficult to publicly confess to struggling during this process, as I always want to give a message…
I love you, mom.
This transplant wasn’t for purely selfish reasons. Much of my fight is because I could not bear the thought of…
push push push push push push
push push push push push push push I had my first physical therapy appointment today. With each push of my…
Numbers
I’ve gone through life afraid of numbers. Not just math—I’m really terrible at that though. Numbers like “37”: the life…
Post-Rebirth Thoughts
Note: I am writing this blog post in a café near the apartment we are renting in Haight-Ashbury. I do…
The Tired Woodchipper
If I look tired, it’s because I’m tired. Still happy as a woodchipper in a wooden woodshop, but tired. It’s…
How do I title something like this?
Last Saturday was tough. Really tough. Kristina and I have been very optimistic the past few months, but the day…
The Better Brad Plan
This is late, but Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! I’ve been neglecting my blog a bit while Kristina was…
Adamantium Joy 