My Photo


  • David Foster (shown here with his friend Gracie) is National Strategic Advisor for Morris Communications, and has been a leader within the independent magazine community for years. In April 2005, Dave was diagnosed with Advanced Renal Cell Carcinoma, Stage 4, the sixth deadliest cancer, behind lung, liver, and breast. In emails to his ‘wellness group’ of friends and colleagues, Dave began chronicling his battle with the disease. In this blog, Dave Foster continues to “kick cancer’s arse”, sharing his story with a wider audience.

Contact David

Blog powered by Typepad

« Deeper Meaning of Cutting the Grass | Main | But How Do You Really Feel? »

July 24, 2007


This is a good one. Once we asked my 76 year old parents how they met. They looked at each other through teenage eyes and told us the story we have heard many times.
My mother's arthritis was acting up that day but somehow she got on the story of how she taught Dad to dance. She actually got up and danced around the patio to show us. The look on her face was priceless.

Hi Dave,

I loved this one! My Dad died Oct 2003 and I remember one day when we were all in his hospital room; my Mom, my 4 brothers and myself. Dad was sitting in a wheelchair and Mom was leaning back on his bed. He told Mom to point his wheelchair a different way because there was nothing to look at. She said, you can look at me. He got his special little lop-sided grin and said; I'm tired of looking at you and let out a little giggle. He had his sense of humor until the day he died and again, I thank you for making me think about that special moment again. Even though now Mom has kidney cancer, she often talks about when her and Dad were courting and I so agree with you and your Mom about the 18yr old eyes.

Please never stop writing Dave; you have no idea how many days you make brighter for me.

Shelley (Sherry)

The comments to this entry are closed.