Welcome to Cunningham’s Court. Grab my hand; I’ll take you back to when I grew up and Dad ruled the court. He might be playing, coaching, owning an NBA franchise, or commentating for CBS, but for me, his greatest achievement was being my Dad. And now that I’m a parent, he’s my muse.
It was the year of my birth, BC (before cancer), and Neil Armstrong landed on the moon to plant the American flag there. And here I am, in much the same way, moonwalking through my chemo rounds. I get a hero’s send-off (my gratitude chemo board and all those prayers and well wishes), I get… Continue reading Moonwalking Through My Chemo Daze
Wreckage is on my mind lately. You know how the hymn goes: “Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wreck like me.” Chemo left me a train wreck, which reminds me of a sick joke that I’d tell as a kid. I’d laugh so hard I couldn’t get out the punch line. I… Continue reading Amazing Grace
What happens after a 35,000-foot high romance? Though I’d like to cut straight to the terrific part and toast Alex on his birthday, all things terror is on my mind lately (chemo starts Wednesday). It got me to wonder, though, how could terror and terrific be such opposites? Turns out terrific used to have a… Continue reading A Terrorific Toast To A Greek Honeymoon Nothing
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