It has been far too long, I know. The last couple years have been the most trying, sad and rewarding of my life.

About one year after my mother was diagnosed with small-cell lung cancer, I left my job at the Times Herald in Port Huron, to move back home. We spent almost three months together before her battle ended on Aug. 9, 2002. She was 56 years old. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and all the support she gave me during my personal, professional and medical struggles. Two years later, on October 8, 2004, I lost my grandfather, Burt Nixon, to cancer. He was 72. He was a strong, quiet man and I will never shoot a game of pool again without thinking of him. I hope he and my mother are together somewhere enjoying their blasted tobacco and keeping an eye on the rest of us.

On to happier days. . .

The one comment I get from readers more than any other is "MARRY AMBER." Well, on April 22, 2003, in Cernobbio, Italy, I did. I'd be a fool to let such an amazing, supportive woman escape. Every couple's first year together is undoubtedly filled with ups and downs, but I think I'm safe in saying we had a uniquely challenging start. After the transplant - and then again after my mom dying - I realized that if we could get through those messes together, we could get through anything.

My professional life has also been a roller coaster. While caring for my mother in the summer of 2002, I began to freelance. I started with the local papers and the Associated Press and soon found myself shooting for some of the largest publications in the country. Today, less than half of my business consists of editorial work. The rest of what I do is corporate, advertising and event photography.

But enough about me.

My father, the donor, couldn't be better. This past winter, he competed in - and finished! - the Ironman Florida triathlon. 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride and a full marathon (26.2 miles) in 13 hours, 48 minutes and 6 seconds. Truly awesome. Not bad for a guy with only one kidney. When I get email from readers concerned about donating, I just point to my dad. He continues to amaze me.

As always, thanks for visiting,

John

PS. The kidney is still working perfectly - not a single bad thing to report! I'm constantly knocking on wood.