Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
After I was well again, I asked Dr. Nichols what my chances really were. “You were in bad shape,” he said. He told me I was one of the worst cases he had seen. I asked “How bad was I? Worse than fifty percent?” He shook his head. “Worst twenty percent?” He shook his head again. “Worst ten?” He still shook his head…
What if I had lost? What if I relapsed and the cancer came back? I still believe I would have gained something in the struggle, because in what time I had left I would have been a more complete, compassionate, and intelligent man, and therefore more alive. The only thing the illness has convinced me of beyond all doubt- more than any…
One afternoon when I was in remission and sitting around waiting to find out if the cancer would come back, I made an acronym out of the word: Courage, Attitude, Never give up, Curability…
I’ve survived cancer again, and again, and again, and again. I’ve won four Tour titles, and I wouldn’t mind a record-tying five. That would be some good living.
But the fact is that I wouldn’t have…
If children have the ability to ignore odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them…
