It all began in July 2017. I thought I had bronchitis. I was very wrong. Within 2 weeks I went from being a "normal" person to a very sick person. My diagnosis came on July 21. On July 26th I shared the news with my world. "I'm not one to post a whole bunch on Facebook, especially very personal things. I am private and introverted and okay with it. But you are all my friends and I could use some help. I've been diagnosed with a stage 3 cancer and begin an aggressive treatment August 7. I would like to ask my friends and family to think happy thoughts and send good juju while I kick this bastards ass". I am 43 years old, pretty young when it comes to a lung cancer diagnosis. As a smoker I couldn't be in complete shock, but of course I really thought that this is what happens when you're a lot older, having smoked a lot more than I did and for a lot longer. My entire life I have been witness to or experienced some pretty bad shit, both personally and professionally. I worked as an emergency medical technician for almost 20 years and have seen more than my share of amazing, horrifying, heartbreaking... Personally I can say the same, bad things just seem to hang around me. Hence my EMS nickname, Black Cloud. But through all of this, the bad loomed around me This... cancer, is now happening to me. I am use to dealing with near me, close to me, not actually me. So, here I am, and I invite you to share my journey. In return I will share as best I can.