So, this thing happened....

Quite literally, while I was being prepped for my first chemotherapy treatment, promoters for what remains of the Grateful Dead announced a one time only series of three shows at Soldier Field in Chicago called Fare Thee Well....the final performances by the "core four."

I immediately wrote it off...it's in July, in Chicago, during my first year of fighting cancer.  

I groaned at the news, and I just assumed it would be impossible.  

Who knows how I will be feeling by then?  What kind of bills will we have?  Will I be able to work to PAY those bills?

It wasn't something I thought would happen.

Others did not agree.

One friend started a fund raiser via Go Fund Me.  That's the site I used to raise money last summer for my friend in Illinois who has stage 4 cancer (how ironic), and is homeless.

So the idea was to raise enough money for us to be able to 1) get tickets, 2) get a hotel, and 3) get a car or limo.

And it happened.  TONS of people donated, shared the link, and spread the word.

There's a lot more to the story, but that's enough to tell right now, because I can't stop crying.  

Because of the efforts of friends and family, we got three tickets.  

One for me, one for Dave , and  one for my brother, Cole.

Cole took me to my first Grateful Dead show when I was 16, and he was the one who made me listen to their records when I was 8.

So this is his fault, really.  I need to pay him back by seeing that he is at the last - ever show.

And we will be there.  All three of us.