I call today the Day of Lights. It’s August 5th. This is the second anniversary for my own personal Day of Lights. On this day two years ago I not only learned that I had a malignant tumor in my windpipe attached to my larnyx, but a tumor at the base of my brain as well. What a blow to my life, my ego, and my future plans. To recap the scenario: the tumor in the windpipe would need to come out immediately as it was blocking my air passage. I would likely never be able to speak again and a trache was inevitable. I would miss a good part of a year’s work. The brain tumor would be observed and dealt with after the chondro-sarcoma in the throat. There was nothing to do now but fight. Let’s cut to the chase and disregard the thirteen miserable days in the hospital, feeding tube, therapy to learn to swallow again, and non-speaking silence for four months. I was back at work in a month and a half. Five surgeries later found me talking in January. There is no evidence of cancer in the throat. I have maintained an MRI on my brain tumor every three months and although it grows, I have yet to exhibit any negative symptoms. Kudos are in order for the fact that “attitude is everything”, “physical workouts exponentially bring about good things”, and “Dr. Howard Goldberg is a lifesaver” as well as my modern day hero. I call this the Day of Lights because this event made me see things so differently. In a warped sense, it was a blessing in disguise. I lived well prior to these events but now I know How to Live. Click on the thumbnails to see where I was and now where I am and thank you to you who helped me through this, especially my roomate, co-pilot, and wife Robin.