So hear I sit, nearly a week past my biopsy, still waiting for results. I assume that Veterans day has caused a delay and if so, I can't complain versus all those that gave so much. So we sit and wait, back and let throbbing until we know WTF is wrong with me and how we're going to treat it.

At times like these, I'm thankful for the amazing friends, co-workers and family that have show their support for me and also the family that I love and hold dear. At this moment I'm clinging to the hope that this is beatable, that my friends and family will support us and that no matter what we can all be kind to each other, each and every day.

At this point here's my FAQ:

• So what's wrong? I've no f-ing clue.
• What type of caner is it? I've no f-ing clue.
• What stage are you in? I've no f-ing clue.
• What's the prognosis? I've no f-ing clue.
• How can we help? I've no f-ing clue.

I don't mean to be crass but I've never been one to ask for help and I'm completely at a loss in this extraordinary situation. I work for a great company with a great boss, have amazing friends and a wonderfully supportive family. The bottom line is that we're all taking one day at a time, living like everything is normal until we positively know otherwise. Donna won't let me lift anything heavier than a couple pounds since the doctor mentioned concern over my vertebrae collapsing but other than that, it's business as usual. It's funny, the day to day grind of life helps you take your mind off the long range prognosis of your own mortality.

Maybe that's a blessing. I actually had a breakdown the other night for the very first time other than some silent tears during my second CT scan. The pain had woken me up in the middle of the night, as it most often does, and I again started worrying not about me but Donna and the kids. Somehow Donna woke up, sensing my distress, and comforted me in the ways that only a wife can. I'm forever grateful to my soulmate of 23+ years for the love and courage she provides me each and every day.