As if normally, if you broke your arm, bled from the eyes and vomited blood all while passing out, you would try to just walk it off.
Right now I have about a half-dozen half-finished blog posts in my blog queue. Most are about Colombia and some are about other trips. None of them are about cancer. […]
Sorry to bury the lead. I hate to say it but Cancer is not a city in Colombia. It’s exactly what you think it is… the Big C. The big, stupid C.