Author Archives: Pete Wilgoren

The speech I wrote for our daughter’s quinceanera. One of the original dadmissions kids; Gloria and I would like to thank you all for coming.. it’s so great to see everyone in one place..  it’s been a LONGGG few years … Continue reading →

Some times the stars align just right. And some other times, you can’t see the stars through the snowstorm. And thus, that’s how it was for the older child Alicia who for months has been working to achieve something called … Continue reading →

When I planned to ask Glo to get married more than twenty years ago, I made an important phone call first. I spoke with Glo’s mom in California and asked if this guy from Boston could have her blessing to … Continue reading →

I’m in “maintenance” treatments now but the routine is the same. Me and my pretty bladder as the doctor has named it. I had gotten used to six weeks without treatment. Now I’m in the middle of another three. This … Continue reading →

Seven months after first diagnosis of bladder cancer, two TURBT procedures, six weeks of immunotherapy injections, it came down to this one scope. I’m one of the 80,000 new bladder cancer cases in the US this year. You don’t hear … Continue reading →

World Cancer Day is meant to inspire action for a cancer-free future. For me, it’s taken on an important new meaning after being one of the 80,000 people diagnosed this year in the US with bladder cancer. This has been a … Continue reading →

It was late spring when this chapter began. Two bright spots of blood in my urine would lead to a summer of doctors appointments and eventually a diagnosis of bladder cancer. Two TURBT surgeries later, and many other followups, the … Continue reading →

It’s been three months, two surgeries, and countless needle sticks, scopes, and exams since my cancer diagnosis. I’m headed into immunotherapy in just a few weeks. It’ll hopefully cut down the 70% chance I have for a bladder cancer recurrence. … Continue reading →

The message chimed in on my phone with a ding like it was any other text message. Of course it did. It’s 2020 after all. Maybe I should have given it a doomsday tone, or the Death Star music, but … Continue reading →

I’m a journalist. It was written into my DNA a long time ago as I woke up every morning watching the Eye Opener in Boston. News is my life. It’s how I’ve made my career. And it kills me to … Continue reading →