Chemo days make me tired, though it's hard to say that's because of the chemo when you have kids who have inherited their dad's usual energy level.
Pretty much any time I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it, and that's where my solace comes from.
I've never understood pity and self-pity as an emotion.
An injured lion still wants to roar.
Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.
We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully.
