“You have cancer” (a Thanksgiving-ish story)

A few people I’ve talked to recently who have (or had) cancer told me they can clearly remember the moment when their doctor told them that they had cancer.

In my case I do remember the conversation with the doctor, but that was more of a formality. When I picked up the phone to talk to her, I already had a pad of paper and a pencil in hand, and I was ready to write down the details she was going to tell me. Because in my case I was pretty certain that I had cancer when I saw the ultrasound results a few days earlier.

Winter snowstorm, coming up ... alvin November 25, 2019 - 7:54am

Cowabunga, me going to need more cookie dough.

~ Broomfield, Colorado, November 25, 2019 (Thanksgiving week)

This is a page from my book, “How I Sold My Business: A Personal Diary”

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I'll assume that David and George talked to the other partners over the weekend, I really don't know for sure. They didn't come back with anything by the end of the weekend, and I'm heading home for Thanksgiving tomorrow morning. I was going to ask them not to bother me over the long weekend, but it doesn't seem like that will be a problem. I don't know if they're having some problems within their group, but I'm surprised at how long it's taking for them to come back to me after our last meeting, where they seemed so happy and positive.