I will be taking a long break from the drawing board and sketchbook because creativity has been drained from my broken heart. In June, the love of my life and mother of my child lost her fight against cancer and passed away peacefully in my arms.

The Wizard of Oz said, "Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable."

As I sit here among the shattered pieces of my life typing this, I look back on all my beautiful wife had to endure during her extraordinarily-brave battle against cancer caused by an inherited BRCA2 mutation -- toxic chemotherapy, multiple surgeries, radiation, excruciating pain, and so much more. As her primary caregiver it was unbearable to watch. Then I hear stories of childish individuals who piss and moan about being asked to take relatively-minor medical precautions that might save their life or the life of someone else and I think: What sad, clueless, empathy-devoid creatures slink among us.