by Dan Duffy, Survivor, Advocate, Author
“I cheated with my cancer.”
A friend of mine said that to me once, feeling that she somehow didn’t really go through cancer because hers was caught so early, with no chemo or radiation necessary.
“So the double mastectomy doesn’t count?” I asked, needling her. (Cancer patients can do this to each other.)
by Dan Duffy
I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago when she told me about her impending retirement.
“What are you going to do with your free time?” I asked.
“I’m going to volunteer at the local hospital,” she said.
“That’s great! What do you want to do?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, but I figure they’ll give me something,” she said.
I wished her well in her new endeavor, but I knew that her volunteer position would not last two months. Six weeks later, she was back on her couch.
by Dan Duffy
The drive was quiet, tense. My friend Richard didn’t speak, the silence broken only from the rattling of my lighting kit. We probably didn’t need it.
Two days prior, the first words from his phone call were, “Dude, can I borrow your camera?”
We’re thirty year friends, and while I love him, he does not have the best track record with “borrowing my things.” Once, he borrowed my car. It ended poorly.