This Spring I decided that I’d start a garden. I had a spot on the side of the house that used to be in shade and never grew grass. It became the parking spot for my truck and was the last section I mowed each week. By the time I reached it I was always a sweaty mess and just wanted to be done. Running the mower created a giant dust storm which stuck to my sweat like it was meant to be.
On top of that, I had a tumor removed from my intestines in January that turned out to be a form of cancer called GIST (Gastrointestinal Stromal Tumor). The cancer is gone, but I’m on a chemotherapy pill called Gleevec for the next 3 years. Don’t get me wrong, as far as chemo goes, this is one to be on. It’s targeted to a specific enzyme that the tumor needs to grow and the side effects aren’t too bad, but it still sucks. It’s a daily reminder of just how bad it could have been. As 37 year old father of 4, I wanted to take more control over what I put in my body, but most importantly I wanted to have more control over what I fed my kids.
I started a ton of seeds inside, bought some grow lights, and started dreaming up my garden. Somewhere in the process I lost my mind and got a little carried away. What started as a garden turned into a farm.