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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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May 09, 2008


Congratulations Hillary. What a beautiful gift for God to give you after going through such a horrific time in your life. Your Dad will be with you every step of the way. I know he is an Angel watching over you and all those he loved. Also, I've never checked out your blog but I am about to when I get done writing this.

First of all congrats on the blessed event. Secondly, thank you for just dropping by from time to time. Most of us were addicted to your dad, his stories and positive outlook. Like so many others, I established a personal relationships with him. The world may never know exactly how many lives he touched, but it was a LOT! I still visit this site often, even though I know he's now in Heaven, posting about his wonderous new adventure.

Three months after I was diagnosed, my oldest daughter (29) called to tell my wife and I that our first grandchild was on the way. That news was probably harder to hear than my Stage IV RCC dx. We had always imagined ourselves as young, cool grandparents, who would have great adventures with the wee ones when they came. But now we had no idea if I'd even still be around to see my baby become a mother. Well I was... and on March 2nd 2008, I witnessed the miracle of life again. After 30 hours in the waiting room, we got to meet our grandson ... all 10 pounds 4 ounces of him! As you can imagine, it was a very emotional moment. In the last 2 months I've taken many pictures of my wife with our little guy and in every one, she is absolutely radiating pure joy. Before his birth, I honestly didn't think I'd ever see her truly happy again. I felt that my disease had ruined her life forever. I now have a sense of relief that no matter what happens in the future, she will be OK. What an added bonus.

But reading your post had given me a new goal. I need to stick around for the next 6 or 7 grandkids. Another inspirational moment from the Foster family! I'm sure your dad is looking down with a smile on his face and maybe a mist in his eyes, as he says draws on his pipe and says "Hill, I'm proud of you." And yeah, then he'll blame the mist on some dang new allergy.

Peace and Prayers

And, so goes the circle of live eh what? congratulations Hillary. My mother had 7 children in ten years. She did okay, and so will you.

Congrats Hilary - your Dad would be proud.

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