CancerRoadTrip Blog

The Backstory on CancerRoadTrip

CancerRoadTrip started when I sold my house to travel. Since then, I've been through 3 continents, 8 countries and numerous states, numerous times. I've also been through 3 rounds of chemo, radiation and surgery. And so much more!

For me, travel heals. As the miles unfolded, it occurred to me: "If I could have a CancerRoadTrip to heal, why can't others?"

And the idea of CancerRoadTrip was born.

This blog follows my travels, my expeditions to look for future healing retreats, interviews and whatever else may be of interest.

Also be sure to check out the gallery for photos and more posts about my travels.

Travel Heals.

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YOLO

YOLO is a selection of writings from an earlier stage of my life. I used this adventure to jumpstart the blog while I got my house ready to sell, before I hit the road with CancerRoadTrip.

The YOLO blog posts start at the end of my marriage and move into my early flying days. In time, my learning to fly led a sabbatical during which I took my sailplane cross country.  As a result of that trip, I moved from Pennsylvania to Lake Tahoe.

Life, for me, has been a not-always-easy, but wonderful adventure as I think you’ll see in these posts. I’ve had to deal with life threatening health issues since early adulthood. My divorce was beyond heartbreaking. And now, some years later, cancer has been challenging, to say the least.

I am so grateful I was willing to take the leap, on the ground and in the air, to leave behind the familiar in a quest for a better life for myself. Aviation has forever transformed my life, and for that I am so deeply grateful.

Here are all the YOLO posts, in order:

New Haven

If I could put my finger on a time when things were good, it would have been the days in Connecticut, at Yale, when we were young and all powerful, out untested futures unlimited in our limited eccentric minds.

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Maps

The year unfolded. My classes were wonderful.

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Dixie Beer

I saw no outlet but a naive hope for some better future.

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Rules

I have that sense that things are amiss. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I think I need to concentrate on perceiving lift.

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Fasnacht Day

Moving from the decadent abandon of New Orleans and Mardi Gras to this germanic mid-Atlantic culture where Fat Tuesday was Fasnacht Day was an unbearable contrast for my gastronomic soul.

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Spin

One rotation. Two. Another. Green earth beneath my feet. The sight is mesmerizing, pulling me down with it. The altimeter spins down.

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