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What I learned from dying; Time flies when you’re… living

I’m beginning to embrace my new, sickly lifestyle. I’m driving with my bright red handicapped parking pass dangling from my rear view mirror and I’ve found a freeing new excuse for all occasions: “Hey, I’m dying. What do you expect?” Who can argue with that?  No one, that’s who. Life is funny but dying can…

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What I learned from dying; Living with cancer is honestly great

Having cancer has been great. Yes, I just said that having cancer has been great. Perhaps I could qualify that statement by saying that dying from cancer has been crappy, but living with it has been a genuine blessing. I’ve felt better the past week or so, including this week when I’m typing this with…

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What I learned from dying; Nothing will ever be the same

                                                                            Dave Taylor pre-cancer / Dave Taylor today The other day my girlfriend Jamie asked me how I feel my chemo treatments are going, but then asked me a bigger much more difficult question: how do I think my cancer story will play out?  For those seeing this column for the first time, I was…

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What I learned from dying; Men can be sick too

I told my girlfriend Jamie to get pictures of me working during my chemo treatment Monday but that I didn’t want them to be posed. I didn’t get much work done and she got a picture of how the day really went. This third round of chemo has been rough and the main thing keeping…

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Getting to know Betty Greathouse

Betty Greathouse grew up in Lewisport and attended Lewisport Consolidated School. She graduated from high school in 1953. She and Frank were married in 1957. She attended Kentucky Wesleyan College one year and then began work as a legal secretary. They have four wonderful daughters: Stephanie, Annette, Jennifer and Suzanne. She and Frank were married…

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What I learned from dying

W Last Tuesday I found out that I have stage 4 gastric cancer that has spread to my liver. I think this means I’m dying. But being a journalist, I can’t pass up the opportunity to tell the story of a man whose life and plans might be cut short unexpectedly, so this column will…

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