EC Stilson's

  They say that when someone is dying, the world can shrink down to a single room. For the past week and a half, I’ve felt the truth in thos...

Life has a strange way of shifting gears without warning. One minute, you could be deep in the trenches, fighting health battles or navigati...

  We often think of a bucket list as dreams that will happen “someday"—a compilation of things we’ll do when the time, money, and goals...

Life has a way of changing when we least expect it, whether it’s a divorce, a wedding, a medical diagnosis, or just one of those seasons whe...

We often talk about the "fight" against cancer as a physical one—the nausea and fatigue, the looming shadow of scans, radiation, s...

  Since I’ve been fighting Stage IV cancer, the word "persevere" has taken on new meaning. My body simply can't do the things ...

I’ve told you about my grandma’s “Happiness File,” a priceless, weathered collection of scraps, clippings, and handwritten notes tucked away...

 It's hard to believe she's 16 today, and it feels like just yesterday we were blowing out her first birthday candle. This year, Ind...

Last Friday marked the solemn anniversary of my first son’s passing, and that made me think of something. In my family, late January/early F...

 Feeling so sick today, it was difficult even getting to my cancer treatments. In the middle of the drive from Idaho to Utah, I remembered s...

I heard a song again today that’s soul-crushingly bad. It’s one of those bar anthems with a melody so repetitive it feels like a brain glitc...

A friend of mine, currently in the thick of his own battle with cancer, said something recently that gave me pause. We sat in a heavy silenc...

Last week, I found myself sitting in a cancer treatment chair during a strange, liminal space in the calendar—a transitional moment when Han...

Every morning, I spend a few moments with a small, weathered box that holds more value to me than any bank account ever could. It’s what my ...