I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to Camp CHOPS — now named Camp EdBear — in early June 1991. I had just gotten out of Akron Children’s Hospital on March 13, after having spent 67 days there fighting acute lymphoblastic leukemia and an infection on my brain. I was weak, a shell of the […]
I had a recurring dream when I was a 15 year old being treated for acute lymphoblastic leukemia at Akron Children’s Hospital in the winter of 1991. In the dream, I was running, faster than I ever had before. The dream no doubt stemmed from the fact that I was entirely immobile, or at least had decided to be, in the midst of a barrage of chemotherapy treatments.