If you’re in your late 30s or early 40s, you have likely reached halftime in the game of life. At 44, half of my life is behind me. It seems weird to say out loud, I know, but the finite nature of our time on earth has been occupying my mind a lot lately.
In the past couple of months, two dads in my community of bloggers have been diagnosed with cancer. One has it in his brain, another has it in his lungs and brain.
One of those fathers, Oren Miller, has two kids, ages 6 and 4, which means our parental experiences have pretty much mirrored themselves, as my two boys are just 7 and 4. He’s a pretty special guy in the Dad Blogging fraternity. A few years ago, he noticed that dads were blogging but weren’t gathering. So he created the Dad Bloggers Facebook group that is now more than 800 strong.
Oren was fine on Memorial Day weekend. He had a stitch in his side that he thought was just a pulled muscle from playing with his kids, but two days later he was told he had stage IV lung cancer. Things can change that quickly.
Oren’s diagnosis has touched us all, and we’ve rallied behind him to raise more than $31 000 for his family. We keep his spirits up by doing silly things like serenading him with Billy Joel covers. But the diagnosis has hit my heart hard.