As many of you know, I’ve been out of pocket for a bit. I suppose I could never find the right time to talk about what happened publicly but I think I’m in a good enough spot to recount it now.
Last November, my mother, Barb Resig, was diagnosed with a Glioblastoma brain tumor. It’s highly aggressive, fast-growing, and quite incurable. Prognosis range anywhere from 6 months to 2 years.
Glioblastoma doesn’t believe in fair play, it has no bedside manners, and fighting it has all the charm of a bar fight in a blackout.
