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  • 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.

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February 16, 2008


Well I couldn't sleep and mysteriously you came to mind. So I got up and did a google search and found this blog. Well, I must say that aside from having a bit more gray hair, you haven't changed a bit from when I last saw you. It's been some time since we chased sharks in Alaska with that fly rod of yours. Looks to me like you're ready for another Alaska adventure. Keep in touch my friend and remember that you always have a fishing buddy in Alaska! You are always in my prayers. God Bless.
Your Friend, Capt. Bob

Judging from that picture, if I didn't know you have RCC, I would think you were faking. You stud!
Everytime I read your blog I am touched by the way The Beast has affected your life and the way you are facing it. You are truly an inspiration.
Recently, going through the winter session at school showed me that activity is excellent therapy for both mind and body. It gives one the strength to get through those moments that The Beast tries to force you to give up. So stay as active as you can for as long as you can Dave. And don't ever stop including us in your little adventures.
We love you man!

(And I love you folks. Specially when somebody calls me "stud," though in all truthfulness, I don't know what that means anymore. Something to do with a wall or boards, I forget. By the way, I have sent you several messages Manuel and not a heard a word. Dave worries. Drop me a note on e-mail OK before I send someone to your house.)--Dave

Well David may I use the coin phrase "You look great!" Take the compliment and run with it. We all suffer "woes" and we have to learn to discern which "woes" we dwell on. Right now Joe is in MAJOR "woes" and it is hard to pull yourself up but today is a new day and we start it with a positive attitude. It is pretty bad when the "break" becomes worse than while on the 28 day cycle. Oh well just another day in the life of a Warrior. So David Foster will start a new journey of Torisel and will face the demons head on. Who knows it could be a breeze (that is our prayer for you). You will lead the way for others who could be facing where you are headed. You can be the leader and we will follow. Woes? Who has time for woe's when things move so fast? Keep us posted David - we are here for you.

What a handsome fellow!!!!!! You know it is what it is and it stinks. I try constantly to count my blessings instead of my woes, but sometimes the woes are hard to ignore. Terrible taste, fatigue and just knowing the sneaky stuff is waiting to rear it's ugly head. You have been through a bunch. You have fought tooth and nail, and I think it is normal to ponder the losses. I sometime live as though I don't have ARCC, but eventually the effects of the medicine makes me blue. All warriors grow weary in battle. You are a formidable foe of cancer. Your witty blog, written with great humor and straight talk about the side effects have been a weapon in the soul of fellow warriors. You have shared with us the emotional impact on your marriage, job and friends. I know I speak for many when I say the journey would not be the same without you. So IT'S TIME TO GO for the Torisel. From what I have read the side effects for some are so minimal, that they are surprised when it is working. We are all pulling fo you Captain!!! Robbie

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