If it were not for stories and photos, I would not remember much of this day thirty years ago. It was a blur. (Note: This is why I stay committed to journaling, not only does it help to ground thoughts in the moment, but it is a record of the joys we’ve shared and challenges we’ve overcome. I can not wait to read these posts 30 years from now and remember this journey with a clarity that our human mind can not retain).

The best I can recall is that it was a pretty ugly weather day in Oakland, Maryland, just outside of Deep Creek Lake. Not the kind of weather for a pure white dress and a rented tuxedo. The reception parking lot was a mix of melting snow and mud. I’m almost positive that Erica had special fur boots just for the occasion.

This anniversary weekend, the winter weather did not treat us much better. We had hoped to escape to a warm climate for a few days in the sun, only to be faced with a forecasted cold snap in the south that rendered Florida with lows in the 20s. Not exactly sun-bathing weather. The memory of our chilly Thanksgiving day at Disney was still too fresh, so we opted for a clever compromise—Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville Hotel in Times Square complete with a Disney show on Broadway! The perfect blend of beach vibe and Disney magic, mostly indoors and only a 6 hour drive away.

We had honeymooned in Killington, VT in 1996 and spent many anniversaries since then on ski trips and Disney vacations. I can honestly say that navigating a wheelchair through Times Square with three-feet snow drifts and -15 degree windchills equalled the thrill of any black diamond run or Seven Dwarves Runaway Mine Rollercoaster. Erica screamed with excitement and we laughed the entire 2 blocks.

We pulled out the wedding album today. Beautiful, magical memories of that amazing and chaotic day thirty years ago. Somewhere between the ceremoneous entry and the party that drained the bar, vows were made. Vows that we could not have known how they might be tested. But when strength and love come from Above, the trials* are nothing more than marriage superglue. And when we look back (and forward) we realize that the “for betters” far outweighed the “for worse”.

Thank you to many of you who have contributed to our past 30 years. And welcome to those who are new to this challenging, yet joyful ride!

PS – Check out the local news article about our wedding. Over half of the article is about the fashion. The news writer must have known Erica well. ; )

*Book of James 1:2-3

Everyone goes through a period of low emotions coming out of the holidays. As we move on from the shopping and the planning and the parties, “normal” life seems duller than normal. For Erica and me, this feeling has been a bit more intense this year as we realize that the new normal is not normal. We’ve been living the magic of the holidays since our Thanksgiving trip to the Magic Kingdom and then we are suddenly reminded of doctor appointments and treatment scheduling. Although we have settled back in to routine this month, it has not been without moments to celebrate.

Our youngest son, Bram, was home from college for several weeks beyond the new year. We don’t see him much when he is around, but I like to say that his presence was with us. We’ve also been blessed by our oldest son, Christian, coming in on several weekends. A few times to attend Steelers games (which were not always joyful) or to go skiing. As every parent knows, having your child near and safe is comforting. For Erica, it’s more than comfort. The best I can explain it is that she feels complete, even in her brokenness.

Erica and her mother joined me and Erica’s brother, Rob, on a day trip to Seven Springs. The ladies enjoyed the ski lodge atmosphere while Rob and I acted half our age. It felt like old times (with the added adventure of wheelchair riding through a snowy parking lot).

My mother chose to start her new year with us. She came from Florida to stay with us for the month of January. This has been an absolute blessing for me as I have jumped back in to a very busy work schedule. Her gift of service is unmatched, anticipating every need and acting selflessly.

Medically, Erica continues to do well. She has been given the full go on her shoulder from her orthopedic surgeon. Movement and therapy will help get her back to full motion, but there are no restrictions or concerns. (I’d be remiss to not mention here how amazed I am at the body’s ability to heal itself. To see how a bone can form out of nothing to fill a 1 inch bridge in the exact location needed, can only be God’s design. And to have the high resolution technology to watch this over time is human genius. As I’ve said many times, miracles and medicine). Her neurologist confirmed that her most recent brain scan was great news. The cancer is stable and no new side effects. Erica has had two treatments since Christmas where they test blood and vitals reveling that her body is managing well.

With all this good news, it is hard to accept that the brain and the body are still not in sync. But this is the new normal with which we start 2026. And as normal, the laughter continues.

Merry Christmas, friends! I hope your day is filled with waves of joy. Whether they be large or small, don’t miss them.

This blog post is not so much an update, but rather a thought that I want to capture and share in the moment.

It is easy to find a ‘Yay!’ on Christmas Day. After all, it is the season of celebration. And for those that are Christian, the greatest celebration of all. The birth of our savior, Jesus Christ, the greatest gift of all. The creator of the universe, God, giving his only son to save the world. Without a doubt, the greatest gift humanity could receive.

Our family is a ski family. Over the years, we have given our children and each other equipment, clothing, passes and other ski-related gifts. These were great gifts. But what we’ve ultimately given is a lifestyle that we can share, our happy place where we make memories and see dreams become reality. The ski gifts were only the means to the greater gift.

This Christmas, look beyond the gift in the manger toward the ultimate reason God gave us Jesus—the promise of a life free from illness, pain, struggle, stress. An eternal life, timeless and beautiful. This, my friends, is the greater than greatest gift.

I know that many of you have been praying and asking about Erica’s scan results from this past week. Some of you have even shared that you feel the same scanxiety that we do as you wait for my updates. So I apologize for the delay.

The CT of the body was taken Monday 12/9 around noon. Digital results were delivered only 2 hours later. The report simply read: “There is no metastatic disease in the chest, abdomen or pelvis. Signed on 12/9/2025 2:54 PM”. This was not unexpected because these scans have been clear for nearly 4 years now. Even so, as I read the report, I felt a physical tension release and Erica let out a beautiful “whoo-hoo!” We still celebrate every time, giving God praise for miracles and medicine.

The brain MRI was Friday 12/5. As usual, we met with the radiation oncologist immediately after the results. Our doctor is wonderful (I have mentioned her in past posts). She is very personable and always delivers the facts and options simply and gently. This meeting was the same, but a bit odd. Why? Because there was literally nothing to discuss. The result simply showed no change. We sort of just sat there looking at each other like, “So, what are you doing for the holidays?”

I suppose I’ve been slow to write this blog post because I’ve still not fully processed this news. On one hand, the cancer is stable. Prayers have been answered and this is the goal that our medical oncologist has set for Erica since the first day we met him. YAY! This is great news and absolutely worth celebrating.

On the other hand, getting to this point has taken a serious toll on Erica’s brain. The scan that shows no tumor progression also shows the irreversible scars from the internal war that she has endured. Her neurological condition is our new baseline from which we will live moving forward. These scars will not heal, and how far the brain can be retrained is yet to be determined.

So… what do we do with this news? Go shopping of course!
We’ve hit the mall twice this week already — a lot of gift giving to catch up on… and a lot to celebrate!

Also, got to enjoy some holiday live jazz at a local art gallery with our talented friend Rick Gallagher on piano and his wife, Stacy. Great friends and a great “normal” night out.

Many of you have been waiting to hear how the rest of our vacation to Florida went, so I will hit the highlights.

From the Magic Kingdom to the magic of Christmas, this week has been out of the ordinary. A day on the beach, two Disney parks with our boys, Thanksgiving with family and an easy drive home—where Christmas decorations were waiting and a blanket of snow confirmed the transition from harvest season to holiday.

Juxtaposed with my previous post, meals were very memorable moments throughout the week (all without incident)! We ate in Polynesia, Paris, a safari guide’s canteen, Mexico and a traditional Thanksgiving meal with my parents, my three sisters and their spouses and some of their children.

Perhaps the most amazing act was the disappearance of frustration and fear toward cancer. When every day is filled with activity, family and pushing limits, we tend to forget the ruts of the day to day. Not avoiding our realities, but living life to the fullest despite our realities.

And live life to the fullest, Erica did. She journeyed around the world of Epcot with her grown boys, rode many of the nostalgic rides in the Magic Kingdom that brought back the memories of her dozens of Disney trips over 50 years. And with myself and two grown boys, we quickly and confidently learned to navigate her wheel chair through the crowds and transition to the most complicated seats. With he exception of some of the most extreme rides, like Space Mountain, we rode most of the popular Disney park attractions. She insisted on closing the parks as we always had. No rest, no pause. Soaking in every minute.

But her pinnacle moment of pride came in the last hour of Thanksgiving day at the Magic Kingdom. We had past the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, a fast and twisty roller coaster, several times during the day. With lines over ninety minutes we decided to try later. As the fireworks ended and the park cleared, the boys ran ahead to jump in line, a mere thirty minute wait. Erica and I waited with them. As we neared the gates, Erica started to doubt. Christian and Bram would hear nothing of it. Within seconds, Erica was locked in the seat, laughing and screaming the whole ride through. Ask her about it, she is still beaming with pride and satisfaction.

Unfortunately, the magic comes to a pause as we enter into a week of treatment and scans. Friday is the big one, the brain MRI. Monday is a full body scan. We are believing in miracles for complete healing, but doubt is a beast that won’t let go. Please pray for healing and peace.

One of the most disappointing moments in life is when you reach into the bag of trail mix and only get peanuts and raisins – no M&Ms, chocolate chucks or whatever sweet secret morsel has been mixed in – just a handful of the healthy stuff.

This reoccurring suffering persisted for me as we drove from Pittsburgh to Florida this past weekend. We are spending Thanksgiving week with family who lives in Florida. I am writing this from Disney World, Erica’s favorite place on Earth (more about that later).

As I took a handful of a disproportionate amount of raisins, I was conscious of the woman sleeping next to me in the passenger seat. She has been fearful of every bite of food for the last several weeks, not knowing whether her body would immediately reject it or be satisfied by it. Unfortunately, the former just occurred at our last stop. We had carefully chosen Cracker Barrel (definitely not a place we would have considered outside of her condition) because of the simple home cooking. She chose the pot roast because just a week earlier, she really enjoyed the recipe our sister-in-law made. This is how it goes, favorite food this week may be the enemy next week. This time, Erica cautiously eyed the hot crock of meat and vegetables, gently took one or two careful bites and we immediately rushed out the door because her body rejected it. I paid the bill, tipped well for help with the clean up, got a change of clothes in the parking lot and got back on the road. I was on the verge of rage and Erica knew it. I was not mad, but I still can not identify my feelings, a mixture of frustration, disappointment and sadness for her.

After several miles of silence, I asked Erica if we could talk about the situation. I apologized for my tense reaction, knowing that she needed me to be comforting not abrasive. She asked if I was mad at her. A natural thought that we all tend to have when a close person is angry, putting blame on ourselves, wondering what we could have done differently to avoid it. I was not mad at her at all, but I was having the same thoughts, “She must be mad at me”, disappointed in myself and thinking of all the ways I could have avoided this. We agree the situation sucked and that when we look back, we will probably laugh about it… which we did 4 hours later when we arrived at my parent’s house.

Go ahead, laugh with us. These are the scenes that we love in comedy movies—a family member gets sick in a restaurant on a road trip, changes clothes in the parking lot while the old man in the adjacent parking space gets an unexpected view that makes him feel twenty-five again and the family heads down the road with the smell of soiled clothes in the car. That’s funny.

Our friend Kirk shared a writing that scientifically explains why I started this blog. It says that, neuroscience has discovered that every time you choose gratitude over complaint, you’re literally rewiring your brain.

Your thoughts carve pathways. The more you dwell on fear, frustration, and failure, the stronger those negative pathways become. It’s like walking the same trail through the woods every day—eventually, you wear a rut so deep it becomes automatic. But here’s the breakthrough: those pathways can be changed.

Every time you interrupt a negative thought and replace it with gratitude, you’re building new neural connections. You’re training your brain to default to peace instead of panic. To notice blessings instead of problems. In the Bible, Romans 12:2 has been saying this for 2,000 years: “Be transformed by the renewal of your mind.” Gratitude (and the ability to find joy in the situation) isn’t just a nice idea. It’s a tool God gives us to actually transform how we think, feel, and live.

Not only is this a reminder to us all, but it is also parallel to Erica’s situation. She is retraining her brain, building new paths to walking, talking, forming thoughts and overcoming fears. The trails in her brain are not just dug deep, but overgrown and impassable.

We pray that new trails emerge as we consciously and intentionally choose joy.

And by the way, thirty-six hours later, our path lead us to a ridiculous hot dog and an amazing hidden setting on the beach. We enjoyed both.

‘Tis the season for catalogs—the pages upon pages of glossy, full-color fashion photos that will draw any home-bound fashionista back to the mall. If laughter is Erica’s best medicine, retail therapy is a close second.

As the catalogs stack up, she is drawn like a moth to a flame. She must go shopping. These photos tell the story (also my reminder of Erica’s Christmas list).

Enjoy.

Friend in photo: Kristen, a colleague at Evereve, the boutique where Erica used to work.

I was right! Foundation is the first step. That seems pretty obvious, but I was pretty proud of myself anyway.

The ladies reading this probably assume that I am talking about makeup. The men may think that I was building something. You are both correct. I was building something — courage. The courage to do Erica’s makeup without really messing up. It takes a lot of trust to have someone approach your eye with a pencil. Erica trusted me. I did not.

Erica was going out with her friends. It was Friday night and the annual pickelball banquet. She hasn’t played for four years, but her friends still invite her as if she’s been at every match. And they insisted that she go out with them and I stay out of it. Meaning, I am not there to help her out of the car. Not there to help her find her words or finish her sentences. Not there to catch her if she falls.

It’s fair to say that we both had hesitation. The reasons why are many. Some are deeper, like Erica not wanting to be the center of attention. Or the opposite, being present, but left out. Some hesitation is practical, like knowing how and when to react to Erica’s symptoms. It was only a week ago when we were out with another friend, Angie, a high school/college friend who came to visit from North Carolina, that we had to abruptly leave a restaurant when Erica fell ill just as the food was delivered to the table.

We fought the temptation to give in to comfort and just order pizza and a movie, which has been our Friday routine for 20 years. This meant that I would be applying lip liner and Erica would be taking a big step forward. Nearly four hours later, Erica returned from their dinner, energized and glowing. I’d like to take credit for the glow, but I know that makeup wears off, foundational friendships do not.

This post not only celebrates the wonderful evening Erica had with her pickleball friends, but is also a cheer to the friends that have have been a foundation through this journey. I can never list you all and don’t mean to leave any out. But just in the past few weeks, visits from Terra, Annette, Susan and Angie, shopping with Amy, time and meals from our church small group… the list goes on and so does our appreciation.

Peanut Butter Explosion: a flavor at your favorite ice cream shop? Or what happens when you try blending a smoothie as you are rushing out the door. For me, it was the latter.

It has been a month since I’ve written a blog entry. I feel like there is a lot of catching up to do. But then again, maybe not. This blog started as a way to update friends and family on Erica’s condition. Changes were frequent and significant. Lately, we’ve been managing a steady state; no hearing loss, no broken bones, just a bit of digestive system management. To spare you the discomfort and save Erica’s dignity, I’ve held off on posting those details. So, not much to report. But that’s where this story begins.

For the past few treatment cycles (i.e., infusions of Enhertu and Avastin every three weeks), Erica has struggled with inconsistent digestive patterns. This has lead to appetite changes and a constant battle with finding food that Erica will tolerate that also provides nutrition. Chocolate Ensure has become the go-to. (Side note: Ensure could use a fresh branding campaign, because that stuff is not just for old people. It’s actually pretty good).

With the Ensure supply running low and no other solid meal seeming to spark interest, Erica’s mom remembered that Erica used to love a chocolate peanut butter banana smoothie that we would make. Erica agreed to give it a try. Great, we have a winner! Unfortunately, Erica likes the way I make them and I was on my way out the door. So, I quickly grabbed the blender, bananas (hint: frozen bananas are the secret to perfectly thick, cold smoothies without the drink getting too icy. Peel, half and freeze bananas that get a too ripe so that you always have a stash on hand), chocolate protein powder, milk, ice, and a heaping spoonful of peanut butter. Throw it in the blender. Do not scrape the sides of the blender with a rubber spatula while the blades are running… unless you are going for a Peanut Butter Explosion.

The sound of grinding blades was awful, the cold liquid blasting my face, I smacked the off switch and stood silently, stunned. Thick, cold substance oozing down my face, drips from above steadily dropping on my head. The smell of peanut butter was rich in the air, and on the cabinets, ceiling, counter and floor. As my anger started to rise, I heard a beautiful, familiar sound. Erica’s laugh.

From two rooms away, Erica had a line of sight to where I was standing. She was in a room with her mother and our neighbor Terra who could not see me and were just chatting away. As my eyes met Erica’s, I caught the vision of what she must be seeing — her man soaked and dripping in liquid chocolate peanut butter. Her infectious joy washed over me as I too started laughing.

Shout out to Loretta and Terra, for quickly jumping in to help (which they so often do). I resisted for a moment, feeling that it was my mistake, my mess, my responsibility to clean up. But help is a blessing and I’ve learned to receive it. Yay!

“I know John Mayer and I would be best friends if he met me.” says Erica in full sincerity. A claim she has made since she started listening to his podcast in 2018. I sort of believe her. They have the same sense of humor and who hasn’t befriended Erica when meeting her?

While I do appreciate John’s sense of humor, I have become a huge fan of his lyric writing and guitar playing over the years. So it was a great privilege for Erica and I to see her “best friend who she has never met” perform live last night. This moment was a long time coming as we had previously seen John in 2019 but had to give away our concert tickets twice over the past 4 years due to Erica’s health. (We did get to see him as the front man of Dead and Co last summer, but those are not his songs and a completely different vibe).

So, with Erica in her wheelchair and the help from our son Christian and his girlfriend Lauren, we navigated the crowd to the front section seats where we sat just under the jumbo video. Her hero larger than life just feet away. Unfortunately, I had not taken in account the better side for her good ear. But the music was more than loud enough and brought smiles, and an occasional whoo-hoo, from her all concert long.

This event came on a rough day. She just had treatment on Wednesday, so we are in the stretch of days where fatigue is at the highest. She requires 12+ hours of sleep, everything is more painful and movement is much more difficult. Erica continues to amaze me with her courage and commitment to live life to the fullest of her ability.

During the concert, Lauren asked me my favorite John Mayer song. I did not have a quick reply because he has covered so many styles, life moments and emotions for us through the years. But recently, I’ve been greatly moved by ‘Stop This Train‘, a song that challenges the non-stop journey of life. In the bridge, John asks his father how to stop the train, to which his father replies, “Don’t stop this train. Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in.”

I thank God that I know where our train is heading and celebrate every memory along the way.

(For those interested, I’ve posted a clip below of why I insist on seeing John Mayer live whenever possible).