<p>I lost my left eye to cancer at the age of two. I haven&#39;t let this deter me from working as a steamroller driver, ski racing coach, coffee bean delivery man, wooden boat shipwright, bicycle mechanic, whale watching skipper, fish farmer, vineyard worker, tall ship boatswain, and snow gun operator. I&rsquo;ve illegally driven across a parade route, lost control of my sailing dinghy in a helicopter downdraft, and ridden my bicycle face first into the trunk of a car. I&rsquo;ve narrowly avoided drowning by unsuccessfully re-inventing Scuba using common household items, and been scoured head to toe by a doctor wielding a dish brush and a bottle of iodine in the Dominican Republic.</p><p>None of these broad experiences prepared me for the asperous path of leading my son, Jasper, through cancer treatment. <strong>This is a story of how my heart broke completely, how I&rsquo;m now left trying to answer the unanswerable, and how I&rsquo;m searching for the reasons to keep living.</strong></p>