I'm not one to make a big deal of personal milestones or anniversaries, but I do want to take a minute or two to recognize a significant date today.
Three years ago, I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma. Without a doubt, this marked one of the low points in my life. Physically, I was a wreck. My kidneys were failing, my bones were softened to the point of crumbling and my body was producing millions of myeloma cells.
So, being here today, being able to write this, is a victory. Today, I'm in complete remission. Three years at the hands of Dr. Guido Tricot and the folks at the Huntsman Cancer Hospital in Salt Lake City have cleared the myeloma cells from my body and set me on the course of “hopeful waiting.”
Physically, I'm feeling good, doing a decent job of keeping up with the demands of four growing kids. I get fatigued a little more quickly than I used to, but part of that is just being older.
While my diagnosis in 2008 marked a low point physically, I am blessed to have seen that is spurred a great outpouring of love and support for me and my family. I am still amazed at the number of people who have stepped up over these last 36 months, and how many of them continue to offer their prayers and well wishes.
And finally, the last three years have offered concrete proof that the love within a family is the foundation upon which we can endure any hardships. My parents, sisters, nieces and nephews have never stopped supporting me, along with my in-laws and all of Irene's siblings.
My children have been constant reminders of how we can overcome hard days by looking ahead at the good times to come.
And my wife, Irene, has been a constant source of strength and support for me, no matter how down or discouraged I might have been.
So, three years in the books. Two stem cell transplants. A bunch of infusions, pills and treatments done.
Now, just trying to eat right and get enough sleep.
Hopefully, many more milestones to come.