What were my first words after the surgeon said, “I’d give you about 30 days to live”?
It was September of 1984 when I was first diagnosed with lung cancer. After removing my left lung and going through radiation therapy, I thought I was out of the woods. But four months later, a lump about the size of half a grapefruit appeared on my neck. Surgery was scheduled. The surgeon opened and, after exploring the area, determined it was too dangerous to proceed. The next morning, he came into my little alcove in the intensive care unit and said, “Greg, the tiger is out of the cage.