Like many other late 20/early 30's peeps, I did not yet have a solid sense of human mortality when I heard the terrible news. Kevin K Griffith, a friend, coworker, and fellow artist who was barely older than me was diagnosed with a rare and devastating form of cancer. It seemed almost improbable for someone who was so fit, happy, and full-of-life to suddenly be facing death. I read his and his wife's optimistic, touching, funny, and heart-breaking journals as they navigated through physical pains, emotional hurdles, medical procedures, and crazy insurance roadblocks. I put logic aside and believed that somehow things still might work out