If you're reading this, it's because my lungs have taken their final breath, and my soul is on a thoughtful search for its next great adventure. I asked my family to post this message on my behalf.
After a 38-year run of never getting sick - I got a mild cold once every few years and only took «sick» days to enjoy a day off to explore a new hike - my August 2023 cancer diagnosis hit me like a Mack Truck. One day in September 2022, less than six weeks after moving to Utah, I developed foot drop, and over the next 14 months, that ailment evolved into Stage 4 Proximal Type Epithelioid Sarcoma in my lungs - a very rare, very aggressive soft tissue cancer for which there aren't enough answers, research, or treatment options.
But, being the pragmatist I am, my attitude from the start was, «it's what it is,» and instead of wasting any time obsessing about how not to die, I spent my cancer journey focusing on how to live the fullest life as much as I could control. And boy, did I live. As my sister said, I drove an F1 car full speed the entire time from diagnosis to death, seeking laughter, beauty, love, joy, adventure, and awe at every turn, and soaking up every possible moment with the people I love the most."
Caroline Klein