From mother’s day to graduation day, could there possibly have been a better seven-day stretch to follow our Florida vacation?

Celebrating Erica, along with her mother, sister-in-law and the newest mother in the family, our niece Tory, was a beautiful reminder of the generational blessings and close family that surrounds us. We say Yay to these mothers and those that were not with us, thanking God for all they have done, are doing and will do to create a family and memories that will go far beyond our time.

From celebrating mom to celebrating our son, we could not be more proud as we watched our youngest receive his bachelor of science degrees in economics and finance with high honors. It may have been delirium from three hours of 90 degree direct sun, but for a brief moment parenthood felt perfect. The toddler tantrums, adolescent anger, tears over failed friendships and relationships all disappeared. We actually did everything right. Both of our boys, Bram and Christian, have made it to adulthood and proved to be capable of surviving, even thriving, on their own.

But momma bear does not have to mourn the empty den just yet. Bram will be returning home for the summer, looking to start his career. Erica says, Yay! (But if anyone has contacts in investment banking, please let us know).

Erica is enjoying a bit of health improvement during all of this excitement—although this comes with a higher level of faith. Prior to our trip to Florida, Erica’s oncologist offered that she skip a treatment cycle. Considering that Erica lost all appetite for solid food, continued to weight loss and was living with chronic fatigue, this juxtaposed by recent clean and stable scans, he felt that some reprieve from the chemo side effects and incessant hospital appointments would be refreshing. We agreed. Returning from our trip, Erica had a follow up appointment where the doctor saw her improved energy, weight was stable and we reported that she was now eating consistent small meals. He proposed an extension to remain off of all treatment until her next scan. A full 3 months without treatment. No medical control of the cancer. Erica has decided to take this option. Her energy is rapidly increasing and she is enjoying regular meals again. With this new-found energy and practice navigating her electric wheelchair, the only thing holding her back is the Pittsburgh weather. I can tell that she is feeling better because of her constant complaining of boredom—like the kids from Cat in the Hat waiting for the rain to end. We thank God for this joyful time, trusting miracles over medicine.

Key Largo – Baker’s Cay Resort

Floatin’

Day trip to Key West

Stylin’

The End

Today is Erica’s 55th birthday. As anyone knows, Erica does not just recognize her birth day, but also her a birth week—sometimes a birth month!

The past few weeks we’ve been able to celebrate a change in her therapy. After the last few stable scan results, Erica’s doctor agreed to giving her a temporary break from chemo treatment to focus on her physical health. Erica will skip one treatment, typically every three weeks, giving her a full six weeks between injections.

After the first three weeks, Erica began to experience noticeable changes. She began trying different foods—no favorites yet, but the attempt is valor. Erica is showing signs of improved mental energy. Unfortunately, this has come in the form of expressed boredom. She is realizing her limitations, sad and frustrated by her limited mobility. And while this seems to be a negative, to me this is a yay, encouraged by her restlessness.

So we combat the boredom and celebrate Erica’s birthday week with her favorite therapy—retail. Three separate shopping trips to update her beach wardrobe and get birthday gift ideas. In her new electric wheelchair (which she refuses to call a wheelchair), Erica’s shopping experiences are more independent and bring the joy of freedom. She navigates to her desires while I manage the dressing room. I am told that I do very well, which is a high compliment from someone who has managed fashion shoppers professionally.

With retail therapy behind us, we are en route to Florida for a brief visit with my family. Then on to Key Largo for five days for beach therapy. Truly, a birth week celebration. Yay!

PS – Remember that trike that broke Erica’s shoulder? It’s out on the street again, cruising the neighborhood with Terra!

“Still the same. Baby, babe, you’re still the same.” I bet you’ve got a little Bob Seger stuck on your head now, don’t you? Go ahead sing it. It’s catchy. Funny thing about that song is you can’t tell if it is a compliment or criticism. It’s all perspective.

Erica’s doctor called on Friday with the news that her brain MRI showed everything is stable! The medication is working! The small speckles from before are no more concerning than last scan! No new legions or growth! No brain shrinkage (well, no more than all of us have at our age)!
Everything is still the same! YAY!

Erica’s doctor called on Friday with the news that her brain MRI showed everything is stable. The medication is working. The side effects of extreme fatigue and lack of appetite are part of the battle. Hair loss, aging skin, these are a small price to pay. Four-hour treatments will continue every three weeks. Everything is still the same. Pray.

Perspective—that is what Erica and I wrestled with this week.

Praise God that our good life is still good. We can now finalize springtime plans that were holding for these results. A 55th birthday and sandy beaches are just over the horizon. Yay!

But Erica is still facing serious eating challenges, fatigue and weight loss concerns. Energy and motivation don’t come easy. Pray!

Ever more, I am aware that perspective can be fine-tuned. Sometimes toward joy, sometimes toward empathy. Always toward Christ. The thing is, when it comes to God, He’s still the same.

It seems that we are averaging about one blog post a month recently. I’d like to post more frequently, keeping you connected to our journey. But I recently realized that the lack of activity, in itself, is worth celebrating. This is indicative of the normalcy that our life has settled into. Erica is not experiencing extreme swings in health, we are not meeting new doctors or discovering new side effects. Sometimes, a month of no news is good news.

By surrendering to the frigid February, we found ourself home most of the past four weeks. The consistency allowed Erica to become more comfortable with standard routines, like getting herself from bed to bathroom to living room every day, unwatched and unaided. These routines have allowed me to see where minor improvements can be made around the house, like an extra grab bar here or there.

We’ve explored another level of independence with Erica staying home alone for a few hours. By understanding routine patterns, we can agree on times where she feels comfortable alone. And with an accessibility hack on her phone, she can now call select emergency contacts with just a few touches.

Last week, the sun broke through. Like hibernating bears emerging from their den, neighbors were suddenly in yards, walking dogs, I even heard the sound of lawn mainenance! Erica took her place on the front deck (buried under blankets, of course). Spring had finally sprung and it is time to move forward. Thanks to the 70 degree sun and our generous friend, Terra, who loaned us her father’s electric wheelchair, Erica and I were able to “take a walk” side-by-side. Erica in control of her own speed and direction. Me along side her—not behind, pushing, supporting or steering. I can not explain how meaningful that position change was. Maybe even more for me than Erica.

The best news to celebrate is that Erica’s body scans once again show no evidence of cancer. Yay! She will be getting her next brain MRI later this month. Pray that we see the same result in the brain as well.

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.