The End

Hello All,

This is Ed’s wife Haley and sadly, this will be the final update on Ed’s blog.

Ed fought amazingly hard, and made it to Texas, surprising his doctors.  Unfortunately by the time we arrived his organs had suffered too much damage and he no longer qualified for the clinical trials being offered.

Ed passed away over the holiday in his sleep, while his father and I held his hands.  His last words were “I love you” spoken about 12 hours earlier.  The palliative care team at MD Anderson did a wonderful job making his last few days as comfortable as possible.  Our boys were flown out to Texas to say goodbye and Ed rallied and woke up for them, hugged them and told them how much he loved him.  Under the circumstances that was a wonderful gift.

Ed was the kindest, sweetest, most incredible man I ever knew.  He had the biggest heart and there has been an outpouring of support from people all over the country who loved him.  While his loss has caused an unimaginable amount of pain, seeing how many lives he touched and how important he was to so many people has helped to ease that pain a bit.

A memorial service will be held for Ed after the holidays, as he did not want a funeral and requested to be cremated.  Ed hated the idea of ever causing anyone grief, sadness or pain.  His final request was to have a party in his honor, where we share stories about the good times and celebrate his wonderful life.

Thank you all for following his story, your support helped him fight as long as he did.  He truly did love you all.

Before Ed passed he set up a college fund for our two boys, if you would like to donate you can find the Go Fund Me page here:




We had another very scary incident the other night. I woke up very early Thursday morning, needing to use the restroom. I considered asking Haley for help, but she’s been tired and I wanted her to get as much rest as possible, so I decided to let her sleep.

(FYI, my “bed” has been a particular spot on the couch for the past few weeks. It’s more comfortable than it sounds)

I successfully used the bathroom without help, but the effort completely wiped me out. I then made a terrible decision and tried to grab a soda from the fridge on the way back to “bed”. As I went to close the door to the refrigerator door I stumbled slightly and lost my balance. I was able to control my fall so I didn’t hurt anything, but I ended up on the floor and unable to get back up.


I called out to Haley for help and she came running. The experience was terrifying for her, being woken up by her husband yelling for help. When she got into the kitchen, I was leaning back against the refrigerator, struggling to breathe. Taking some time to relax and concentrate on my breathing helped with the oxygen situation, but I was still stuck on the floor.

After several aborted attempts to get me up off the floor, I ended up pushing myself backward across the kitchen and living room floors. This left me leaning back against the couch, but still unable to get up off of the floor. It took approximately 20 minutes, but we were eventually able to get me up onto the couch thanks to Haley’s incredible strength.

It might sound like a joke or exaggeration, but to get me up off of the floor Haley had to dead lift a 250 lb man. I truly was just dead weight, unable to provide any help. I am continually impressed by this woman.

I’ve read what I’ve just written, and it does not convey just how scary this whole experience was. I spent nearly an hour on the floor of my own house, completely unable to get up. I was helpless in every sense. To help ensure this never happens again, I will be getting Haley’s help any time I need something from another room.

We also found out that if something like this does happen again, it’s possible to call the non-emergency number for the Fire Department and they will come out to help. That sounds embarrassing as hell, but at this point I frankly don’t care about my pride.

Regardless, the time I spent laying helpless on the floor of my own house, unable to stand, walk, or even crawl, was enlightening. I knew that trying to do things on my own was a little “dangerous,” but this really drove home for me the potential consequences and just how close I am to causing myself serious harm.

Thank goodness I have the support system I have, especially my wife. I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it: I would not be here if it wasn’t for their help.

Due to my illness, we have created a Gofundme campaign for my sons’ college tuitions. If you can spare anything we greatly appreciate it. If not, simply sharing this link would be a big help. No matter what happens, Haley and I want to be able to give the boys the best future possible.

Should I recover, all donations will be refunded.

Link to make a donation:


I’ve always been a very solitary and private person. I was raised as an only child, and had a very small group of friends. When I’m asked if I need help with anything, my reflex is to immediately answer that I’m fine.

That’s all had to change lately.

These days I really do need help. It’s an unusual and odd feeling, having to rely on so many other people. I’ve been dealing with hospitals for almost eight months at this point (whoa), so I’ve gotten used to being “helped” in the sense that hospital employees have been doing their jobs… taking vital signs, communicating information, and performing other formal duties.


This may not be the kind of help I’m looking for.

What I’m not used to is people helping because they want to help. It wasn’t until I had a home heath aide come to the house this weekend that I realized that people other than my wife had help to offer that went beyond medical advice. We’ve had family in town recently, and they’ve all been a huge help, but there are limits to what they can do.

Over last weekend, we had an aide visit from a really nice and helpful woman that actually left me feeling somewhat positive about what’s happening to me, which is obviously a new thing.

It wasn’t just that she had positive things to say about my prognosis, it also had a lot to do with her demeanor. This will sound strange, but she acted as if I was a victim of something terrible and needed help, not as a “patient,” if that makes any sense.

Actually, after re-reading this and thinking more about the visit, I think the key word was sympathy. I’ve been getting sympathy from other people of course, so that’s not a new thing, but the ability to convince me that I’m going to be okay was such a great feeling.

Hopefully these visits will continue, and they’ll leave me with the same set of positive feelings. Regardless, I’ll take all the help I can get these days.

Due to my illness, we have created a Gofundme campaign for my sons’ college tuitions. If you can spare anything we greatly appreciate it. If not, simply sharing this link would be a big help. No matter what happens, Haley and I want to be able to give the boys the best future possible.

Should I recover, all donations will be refunded.

Link to make a donation:

Oxygen is Good

We spent a lot of time this weekend dealing with “Home Health” people. Saturday morning we had a worker stop by from an agency that handles Pallative Care. After a lot of discussion, we realized that what we want isn’t Pallative Care but Hospice Care. I’m still a little fuzzy on the distinction – I believe Pallative Care is designed to manage the pain of stable patients, while Hospice is preparing for death, but either way the practical results of each mean that Hospice is going to be better and easier than Pallative in terms of getting help.

First on the list of that help is Oxygen. Last night a worker from the Hospice agency stopped by and dropped off an Oxygen machine. It’s not quite what I expected… I was expecting either a small pack that strapped to my waist or something, or a device involving actual oxygen tanks. What I received instead looks more like a carpet steamer; We fill it with distilled water, and it provides the oxygen through the usual tube and canula that I used in the hospital.


Using the home oxygen canula

It’s only been one day, but the oxygen has already been a giant help. Just the other night I struggled trying to sleep, because every time my concentration dropped my oxygen would drop dangerously low. Now that I’m ensured of at least a steady supply of oxygen, I can drop my attention enough to get some actual sleep.

We’ve had several guests in town lately, which has been great. My father’s been here a few weeks, and he’s been great about helping with practical things… helping run errands, take the boys out of the house, things like that.

My best friend Mike Armstrong arrived here over the weekend, and that’s been so great. I don’t see get to see Mike very often, as he lives in Utah, but he’s my best friend in the world and any minute I get to spend hanging out with him, even while I’m this sick, is a delight. The hours we’ve spent watching terrible movies and playing bizarre video games with my kids have been a great distraction from what’s happening to me, and I always feel better when Mike’s around.

In terms of strategy, we’re still pinning all of our hopes that MD Anderson down in Houston has some kind of treatment that will do something. So far we’ve been unable to find any treatment that even slows down this stupid lymphoma, which is pretty crazy. So we’ll be flying out of Kansas City on the 19th of this month. There is no pre-planned schedule of what’s going to happen once we’re down there, so I have no idea what to expect. I’ve booked everything for a return trip that weekend, but we could be staying anywhere from one or two days to several weeks.

Obviously I’d prefer to be home for Christmas so I can spend it with the boys, but a quick trip to Houston also likely means they have nothing for me, so we’re just gonna have to see what happens once we get down there.

Lastly, I finally put up the fundraiser for the boys. I hate doing this – asking for help is humiliating enough, but asking for actual money runs against all of my instincts – but the boys will need help when I’m gone, and they will always come first.

While donations are obviously hugely appreciated, you can also just share the link to people you know. I’m terrible at getting the word out and social media in general, so every person you can share the link with is a help.

Link to fundraiser campaign:

Thank you everyone. Please feel free to leave any questions or comments below.


Getting Serious

Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well.

I try to keep things pretty light-hearted on this blog, but that’s going to be difficult for a while. My condition is deteriorating, and the lymphoma has officially spread to my lungs. Breathing has gotten pretty difficult, and any effort on my part, even going to the bathroom, requires extensive rest and recovery.

My primary oncologist here in Kansas City is pretty pessimistic, and has told me that he’s basically out of options or treatments to try. There is a special hospital in Houston called MD Anderson that is something of a last resort for us right now, and I’ll be taking a trip down there on December 20th.


Current Goal

As it is right this minute, I’m frankly not well enough to travel. I will need some kind of portable oxygen, which we’re still hoping to arrange. We need to arrange oxygen for when I’m home, too – keeping my O2 levels up has been a struggle for a while now.

Anyway, based on everything going on right now, if I do nothing I’ll have just a few weeks to live. We’re not giving up, and I’m going to fight this stupid disease with everything I have, whatever it takes. For now the goal is to make it to Houston and hope they have something, some kind of treatment, that can slow this thing down.

Of course, I have to plan for the worst, so I’ve set up a fundraiser for my kids’ and their future college tuition:

Click to Donate Now!

I’ll try and keep the updates coming as much as I can, but fatigue has been an obvious issue. Sleep has been tough, and the sleep I’m getting has been pretty rough with the lack of oxygen.

Anyway, have a great day and I’ll hopefully be updating again shortly.

Flashback: My 40th Birthday

Good morning, everyone! Way back on my birthday in mid-October, I referred to a surprise my wife got me that was so fantastic it needed its own post.

I had been meaning to elaborate on what Haley did, but just haven’t had the time. Between being in and out of the hospital, I just haven’t had the time to go into detail. Well, now that I’m sitting in the hospital just waiting for test results, I finally have some time to tell you guys about the sick gift(s) she got me.


Figured I’d throw in an older photo from back around my birthday. This appearance is no longer valid 😉

To start off, it’s important to know about two things that I love to an unreasonable degree:

  1. Podcasts. Particularly comedy podcasts. Even more particularly, improv comedy podcasts.
  2. A certain gathering of improvisational comedians, including but not limited to Matt Gourley, Mark McConville, The Flop House, and Andy Daly.

So on the morning of October 11th, a couple of days before my birthday, Matt Gourley and Mark McConville had an episode of their improvised comedy podcast, Pistol Shrimp Radio. This podcast involves Matt and Mark simply watching a women’s recreational basketball game and pretending they understand enough to provide commentary about that night’s game.

What was so unique about that day’s episode? Here was the announcement:

Matt and Mark expressly dedicated that day’s episode to me! And they weren’t the only ones to dedicate their rantings!

Can you believe this? And even that wasn’t all! Matt Gourley somehow went back in time and brought back James Bond author Ian Fleming to wish me good health.

See, I told you I had a crazy great birthday. My wife, and my life, are both just absolutely unbelievable. Even at forty years old I’ve already fulfilled so many wishes that there’s not much left to do other than sit around and smile at my luck. What a great life I have.

Take care, everyone; See you next post 🙂

The Way Things Is (as of December 4th)

Hey everyone! Hope you all had a great weekend.

I’m still in the hospital (St. Luke’s East), and will likely be here through the middle of this week. We’re not 100% certain what caused the emergency from last week, so I’ll be here until we have that mystery figured out.

For what it’s worth, though, I’m feeling fine. Even after five days of laying in the same damn bed and being constantly poked and prodded, I still look at least somewhat human.


Fig. 1 – Large North American Male after being subjected to one week of the American Health Care system.

Here’s what we do know:

  • When I was admitted, I was in sepsis (aka severe blood poisoning).
  • I also had a fever of over 103 degrees Fahrenheit.
  • Lastly, scans of my lungs showed a large amount of blockages that weren’t there the previous week.

After several days of additional scans and tests, and a lung biopsy* (more on that one later), we’ve lowered the main possibilities to two:

  • Due to my wasted immune system and crazy low white blood cell count, I caught some kind of infection (my wife and son were sick last week, which could account for this) that resulted in severe pneumonia. This would be a pretty good result, because we could simply treat the infection and take care of my immune system moving forward.
  • The other possibility is that my Lymphoma suddenly exploded without warning or obvious reason, and spread to and throughout my lungs. While this is very, very unlikely, it would also be very bad news, and would mean that we’ll need to again adjust my chemotherapy.

As I mentioned previously, one of the tests they performed to try and diagnose my lung issue was a lung biopsy. As it was explained to me, it’s a simple procedure where a needle is inserted into a numbed spot in my side, and a piece of the abnormal lung is pulled out in order to be studied. And, as far as I can tell, the biopsy was successful, and a piece of lung was successfully extracted for testing. Hooray!

However! There was a little surprise in addition to the biopsy, a surprise called Pneumothorax. This is a condition where the doctor accidentally lets out some of the air that’s supposed to be hanging out in my lung, and isn’t immediately able to replace that air. Soooo I ended up with a partially collapsed lung. Not so Hooray!


It wasn’t life threatening, but any type of deep breath resulted in the kind of pain where your eyes pop out like that lady who was popular on talk shows in the 90s. I would not refer to the next few days as an enjoyable experience.

Anyway, we’ve got it fixed now, and I have to really try hard to get that pain to come back. For now my breathing hurts just the normal amount.

So that’s where we are, mostly in a holding pattern waiting for those test results. Obviously I’ll share them once they come through, and we can all celebrate together or maybe just stare at a wall or something.

There’s also Christmas coming, and family is in town, so I have lots to blog about. Hopefully I’ll have the time and energy to get back on a pretty regular writing schedule. Have a great night, everyone!


When things get scary.

It seems like this is how half of my posts start off, but things got pretty serious this week.

Since my last hospitalization, I’ve been taking scheduled medications (mostly painkillers) twenty-four hours a day, so I’m typically awake off and on throughout the night. Early Wednesday morning I took my normal medication in the middle of the night and felt normal (well, as normal as I have been lately).

Then, around 6am, I woke up and everything felt wrong. I don’t know how to specifically describe how I felt other than that it was very, very wrong. I felt a little like I needed to vomit, and a little like I needed to lay down and pass out, but nothing I did helped get rid of an urgent sense of something inside me being very out of order.

The worst part is when my wife, Haley, tried to communicate with me. I could not communicate. I’m going to repeat that for emphasis: I could not communicate. She would ask me very simple questions, like “What’s wrong?” and I would not be able to form a sentence to reply. The most complete thought I could put together was something along the lines of:

“I… the. There’s a… No.”

Reading this now it sounds like a joke or something silly, but it was one of the scariest moments of my life. I’m a smart, capable 40-year old man and not only was there something seriously wrong with me that I couldn’t identify, but I had completely lost the ability to communicate.

It was just as scary for Haley, watching her husband instantly lose the ability to communicate. Despite her terror, she made the exact right decision and called an ambulance. My memory isn’t 100% on what happened the following few hours, but I remember the ambulance arriving and the EMTs gently convincing me to board the ambulance despite my protests that I was feeling better (I was not feeling better).

We arrived at St. Luke’s East, the hospital I’ve spent most of the previous six months at, and my disorientation continued. Nurses would ask me a question and I would repeat the question back to them, or ask them something else about an unrelated topic. I attempted several times to get a drink of water from my disposable urinal. When the hospital staff asked me what was wrong I was again completely unable to articulate what was happening to me. Luckily Haley arrived and was able to give the staff some actual useful information about what was happening.

The very early initial diagnosis was that I had a serious infection, possibly pneumonia. I mostly remember sitting frozen at the edge of my bed feeling hot and thirsty. If I remember properly, it was around this point we saw that I had yet another fever, this one over 103 degrees.

After several hours of having fluids, antibiotics, and other medications pumped into me, I started to get my faculties back and began to be able to form sentences. Luckily, we had previously scheduled a trip for my father Paul to come out and visit during the month of December, and his arrival happened to coincide perfectly with this hospital stay. He’ll be able to lend a hand with the kids and chores around the house, which is going to be an enormous help.

Finally, late in the afternoon, after spending approximately eight hours waiting in an ER room, a patient room opened up in the hospital proper. So I was moved there and have been mostly sleeping and going through tests that I’ll elaborate on in a future posts.


The view from my current hospital room, which is the best I’ve had yet.

For now, It’s enough to know the following:

  • I had a very scary moment Wednesday morning.
  • I am back in the hospital and improving.
  • The current diagnosis is a bad infection involving my lungs.
  • Thanks to my wife, and the staff at St. Luke’s East, I’m going to be okay.

Now I’m going to go back and get some rest. I love you all, and please feel free to drop a line in the comments if you’d like to talk.