In my first column last month, I discussed my initial diagnosis of multiple myeloma as well as my decision to have treatment close to home and to go with a less aggressive approach.  Once this decision was made, it was time to move forward.

I was anxious to get going with treatment: get treated, go into remission, and be done with this whole thing, or so I thought.   I know, I read all about myeloma being incurable, but deep …

In March of 2006, I was 47 years old and thought I was on top of my game. I had a busy, thriving Ear, Nose, and Throat medical practice and a great wife and two kids, one in 8th grade and one in 5th. I was compulsively physically active, with a rigorous workout schedule. But something was not right.

Every Saturday morning, I worked out with a group of friends and began to notice that I was becoming short …