I can't help but wonder if I didn't have cancer, would anybody read this? I mean, it's pretty cool when people that I hardly know have told me, "I read your blog". But as someone with a disease that so many of us find intriguing, it is just a thought that popped into my head. Probably me over-thinking things again.

I guess sometimes I just wonder what motivates people to do what they do. I mean, I had someone tell me the other day that I was his hero. I'm nobody's hero (except hopefully to Coop and Knox someday- after I have earned it). I'm just some young guy whom cancer chose to slap in the face. You don't get a choice. You see-to me, that is not a real hero...A real hero is someone that stands up for what they believe in in the face of adversity. Or someone that saves a 10-year-old girl from a burning house. Or someone who pulls two unconscious college kids from a car after they have been in a terrible accident. These are real heroes. Save that title for someone who makes a choice to do the right and tough thing in a difficult situation. I will keep an eye out for a situation that might make me a hero. If it happens, I will be sure to post it here for you to read.

Maybe the headlines will read: Cancer Patient Saves Baby; Hero Blogs About It."

Lesson for Coop and Knox: Always have good intentions. That alone makes you a hero to me.

Last Sunday, the family threw Grandpa Thomas Colicchio party up in Kirtland at Dino's (Bubba worked there for a while). It was a great time, and good to see a lot of the family that I have not seen for months. Grandpa is a feisty old man, and that is what I love about him.

This past Sunday, Wendy, Kristen, Ky and Kade,Coop and Knox and I went to Hale Farm. It was well...just ok. I really don't have a desire to go back, or to recommend to anyone. It is an absolutely beautiful property, but I think perhaps we went during a bad time of the year, because of the seemingly dozens of structures that we walked to, none were open. So, we walked around from locked building to locked building only to cup our eyes with our hands and try to peek in the windows. It was still very nice to be outdoors with the boys and the nephews, and despite the locked buildings, we still had a nice time. Here is Coop and one of the locked houses...


...Because I want to be a Cowboy, Baby...


...Mr. Knox enjoying the day.
On the way out, we saw these horses and decided to pull over to get closer. I was going to stay in the car with Mr. Knox and Ky and Kade, but I noticed Wendy and Kristen trying to toss Cooper over the creek to one another. I jumped out of the car, and said, "Why don't you walk around." So I took Coop and then thought, "I can make that jump." As I jumped over the creek, I slipped and fell down with Cooper in my arms. We landed in some hay and he scratched his face (not as nimble as I used to be). I still feel bad, so when you are old enough to read this Coop, "I'm sorry".



Smile, today could be your last.