Who is this guy?

Update--I'm no longer 27. I'm 34 now--happily married to the best woman on earth, with two perfect pups, a home with a yard, working as a Revit designer, living in West Michigan. I'm so damn lucky. 

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I'm Marcus. I'm a 27 year old Bar/Restaurant Management Professional (that's how you make it sound fancy). I grew up in East Lansing, MI. Went to school at Michigan State. Played some sports in college. Moved to Chicago for about 4 years, and migrated back to East Lansing.

Had to warm up really well so I wouldn't cramp up on the bench

I'd like to say Cancer is the least interesting thing about me, but that can't be true. Hell, it's the reason I started this blog. If any of you want to know the story about how all this came to be, ask, and I'll share it. I just chose to start the blog with the first round of Chemo and move from there. So, I'll concede that being sick probably makes me a little more interesting than if I were healthy. Oh well. I'm cool with it.

Photo booths are fun.  

My plan is to keep the content here are light as I can. I love my dog. I really, really love my dog. So he'll make regular appearances. He's prettier than I am anyway.

I'm a huge fan of Michigan State and Detroit sports. You'll be likely to find obnoxiously boastful or depressingly sad posts on these subjects, depending on the teams most recent result. It's a love/hate relationship.

I love politics, am very liberal, and follow happenings closely. I won't let this place turn into the kind of shouting chamber that political "discussions" often regress into, but I may dip my toes into the subject now and then.

I love music, movies, and have myriad other interests that may make their way on here.

But most of all, I'm just a dude with incredible friends, the best family, who's trying my hand at opening up about an experience. My family lost our mother to breast cancer, so naturally, this disease making it way back into our family is tough on all of us. Strange to say I'm glad it was me and not someone else? Maybe, but I am, because even if the occasional dramatic post suggests otherwise, I can take it. Not because I'm tough, but because there isn't another choice.

I'll do my best to be honest, write often, and have some fun with this.

Besides, it's just cancer, right?

I'm comin' for you, Lymphoma.