Every once in a while over the last few months I have wondered what this blog post would be like and hoped like hell I’d never need to write it. I tried to put myself in the mental place I’d surely have to visit to write these words. There is a raw memory taped to that place in my mind — that place I’d need to stand near to set off the gut shot that comes right after all the air is sucked out of the room. I can hear Dr. Mike Lake say, “Mike, this is cancer. I’m 90 percent sure of it.” [Read more…]