Though his prognosis is grim, Greg Holcomb-Jacques doesn't want to die just yet. This is his diary; an introspective look from the point of view of his tortured mind, and how he copes with the inevitable while making the most of his borrowed time. Readers will identify with Greg as they follow along with his narrative, celebrating his triumphs, and commiserating over his setbacks.

In 2009, my stepson, Greg Holcomb-Jacques, was diagnosed with DIPG, which is short for Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma, a type of brain cancer. We shared a very special relationship, and I would argue that even though he was a stepson and not my blood, he was every bit my son as any biological son could have been. I loved him and miss him dearly. I wrote this book to help put into perspective what his life meant to me. Just because fairy tales portray step-parents as being inherently wicked, I wanted to set the record straight at least on this account that it's not always that way, nor does...