Last Thanksgiving I was blessed with that discovery, although initially it appeared to present itself in a rather ominous way. It began two days before Thanksgiving during a pre-examination for a colonoscopy. The following day, an abdominal scan confirmed a baseball-sized mass in the right lobe of my liver that was "suspicious for primary or secondary neoplasm."
As you can imagine, Thanksgiving was, well, let's just say unique. In the weeks that followed I tweeted " Want to measure your wealth? Next time life places you in the "fox hole," look around and see who has jumped in to help you. That's your wealth." So, as I share this story I will not cite the names of those who helped me, but let's be clear: I found out just how incredibly wealthy I really am. I have hugged those who helped me many times over the past year.
One of my foxhole friends arranged an 11am Thanksgiving call with one of the world's leading oncologists from California, also a board member of Faster Cures. Sitting in my Long Island office and expecting a plethora of medical information, I had blank sheets of paper strewn across my desk. However, this wonderful doctor, strategist and human being first directed me to read with him the "Serenity Prayer." I realize now how special and valuable that moment was.