My Showdown with Cancer

“My spirit does the driving for this car, and that spirit does not have cancer!”

The night after returning from an exciting performance in a bullring in France that July of 2006, my friend Hugo, a poet who had passed two years prior from cancer, appeared to me in a dream. I was in Central Park, high above leaning on a boulder watching the cross-town traffic of 97th Street. As I watched the cars pass each other below, I suddenly felt his energy by my side. In his soft-spoken Spanish, (I mostly dream in English), he told me to go see a…