On February 24, 2012, my daughter told me “I don’t care if you live or die.” That was the day I was diagnosed with late-stage throat cancer. After spending time yelling through a closed door, reminding her of all I had given her I stopped, and the truth began to unfold. I looked back and could not remember the last time I had held her and made her feel safe, the last time I sat and praised her for what she had become, or, worse, the last time I had told her how much I love her. Suddenly I realized my cancer was in more than my throat. My book is a journey from diagnosis to recovery, and now I hope part way to redemption. It is about the lies I told myself through my life, but more it is seeking the man that I had wanted to become.