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Walk a Mile

September 12, 2012

So as most people know, I am a CPA (Certified Public Accountant) yes a bean-counter.  I picked this profession because I liked math, I like to problem solve, and because every company needs a CPA.  Thus I would get to choose where and whom I would work for the rest of my life.  And so far that has been the case.  I have had people ask me why I didn’t just go into business with my Dad and “take over the family business.”  My Dad was self-employed and installed hardwood floors.  I was never good at what he did.  He also was very handy – which I am not (I give tax advice and have my friends fix things for me.)  The truth was that my Dad made me promise that I would go to college and not go into his profession.  I was forbidden from taking over the family business.  He did not want me to end up performing a labor intensive job and having my body fall apart on me.

My senior year of college, he lost his battle with cancer, he never watched me graduate from college.  Although he knew what my chosen career path was and knew that I would graduate before he passed away.

Based on looking at the statistics, people who are diagnosed with my type and grade of brain tumor live an average of 12 years from the date of diagnosis.  That would put me at age 46.  Colby would have just graduated from High School and Cade would be entering his junior year.  Now that is just the averages.  But the average age of diagnosis for my type of tumor is 35, I was 34 – but only 4 months away from my 35th birthday.  Honestly, those stats suck.  That is not good enough for me, for my boys, not good enough for my wife – having two kids – one in college and one close to heading in and being alone, that is not good enough for my family, my mom – to have to possibly bury another child.  Just not good enough.  I don’t want to miss one of my kids graduations like my Dad was forced to.

That is where hope comes in, the hope of research, of the medical community figuring out how to beat this disease.  The hope that awareness pushes brain tumor research to the forefront of cancer research.  The hope that all I need to do is be average and that by then they will have found a way, cure, a solution.

This is also where you come in.  You come in by signing up to walk with me, to show that people care, people want to see a cure.  You come in by donating funds to brain cancer research, to providing the doctors who are on a mission to have the means and resources to figure out how to beat this thing.  You come in by getting involved with organizations like the Chris Elliot Fund, who not only focus on getting patients the proper care they need, but also focus on getting patients into the research studies and clinical trials that are being funded by research as those doctors not only need funding, but they also need people to study and perform clinical trials on.

You come in by saying that you will walk a mile with me.

Here is the link:

Because the stats are just not good enough for me and I am hoping they are not good enough for you either.

Thank you for your support.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 13, 2012 10:18 am

    Hope. What a great post. I love this post and how fitting that’s what I named my blog last July when I found out about my brain tumor.

  2. JennyC permalink
    September 19, 2012 2:30 pm

    See you at the walk on Saturday! My dad died of brain cancer a few years ago — just 4 months from his first seizure to the end. We walk every year to remember him, support other patients, and help beat this beast. Best wishes!!

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