The Real Heroes Of My Story

I’ve spent a lot of time in this blog talking about all the amazing people who have helped us during my medical journey the past year plus – doctors, nurses, church family, friends, co-workers – but I’m truly ashamed to say I’ve neglected three of the most important people who have been part of my recovery, healing, spiritual growth, and who have gone to extreme measures to help me cope with the changes in my/our lives. Those people are Michelle, my beautiful wife, and Samantha and Alex, our children.

I truly can’t say enough about what an absolute blessing Michelle has been to me during this time. She has been an absolute rock, taking on everything from arranging rides for the kids, making sure they have places to go after school, being there for all my appointments and hanging with me in the hospital, and doing most of that without having eaten for longer than you or I could handle. She’s put on my socks, tied my shoes, changed my dressings, made sure I remember appointments, and prayed with me before just about every appointment, procedure, and rough period we’ve experienced. And she did it, and continues to do it, with a smile on her face and love in her heart. She is truly the cornerstone of our family, the rock on which we’ve built our family, and the place of refuge in the many storms we’ve encountered. There’s nothing I can say that really expresses the love I have for her, and the gratitude I have for everything she’s done for me, our kids, and everybody else involved in this whole thing. Thank you, Michelle, from the bottom of my heart.

Samantha and Alex, too, have been amazing during this time. Often they don’t know before they leave for school who’s going to pick them up. Sometimes they leave for school, and end up spending days at a relative’s house (not that it’s a bad thing at all!). Their lives have been turned upside down with my surgeries, appointments, unscheduled hospital visits, the many moods of their dad, and adapting to the new way their dad has to approach life. And during it all, they’ve kept their grades up, done everything asked and expected of them, made me some very nice cards, visited me in the hospital, helped around the house, and many other things I’m sure I’m not even aware of. They are the most amazing, adaptable, caring, sensitive, and spiritual kids I know, and I’m absolutely in love with them. I very often forget the toll that all this may have taken on them, and I’m grateful to so many of you for being there to help process it with them. Thank you, Samantha and Alex, for being just who you are.

As of this writing, I feel like I’m making some good recovery progress. I managed to make it to church and The Blender today and, aside from being a bit tired, I feel good. So, I’m going to use this post to close out this particular adventure in my life. Unless something major happens, you can safely assume that I continue to recover, get stronger, and am resuming life as normal. I won’t update this particular experience anymore unless there is something truly worth communicating. I very much appreciate everybody’s support, thoughts and prayers during this time.

In closing, I’d ask that you say some prayers for the true heroes in my life – Michelle, Samantha and Alex. Pray that they, too, recover well from everything that has happened to me, and let God know what an amazing blessing they are to me. I truly would not have made it to where I am today without them at my side.

Take care,



Good Evening!

Well, I’m back home…again! Just took one of the best showers of my life after spending the evening having dinner at home with my family and the Penrod’s and Michelle’s aunt Marge. Good times!

Lab results are in, and it’s basically Staphylococcus aureus, but NOT the MRSA kind that sometimes you pick up in hospitals. Fortunately this particular version of staph is easily treatable, so with all the IV antibiotics I’ve been on the past few days, along with what I’m taking at home, I should be good to go in no time! The good news is that I’m home, feeling great (but pretty tired) and ready to complete this healing thing.

I can’t thank you all enough for your thoughts, prayers, messages, and help you provided our family. I was talking with a nursing student today who was doing a practice assessment on me, and he asked about my support network. I couldn’t have been prouder to tell him about my family, extended family, church family, and the tons and tons of people that I call friends and family! He was quite impressed, and I told him straight up that I couldn’t have made it through all these hard times without you all!

I’d also like to send some serious props to the staff at St. Joseph’s who tended to me during my stay. From the moment we stepped foot in the ER, we were treated with respect and kindness. Everybody, from the guys who wheeled me up to my CT scan and then my room, to the nurses and techs who took care of my daily needs, to the person who took my meal orders…the folks there are the utmost professionals. Please pray for them that they can continue the excellent work they do each and every day.

Hopefully this will be the last post with mention of any recovery problems! I’m praying for smooth sailing from this point forward!

Have a great night!


Haven’t We Been Here Before?

I’m sure most of you have heard, but I’m back in the hospital. Remember that whole not-feeling well, hot-cold, sleeping all the time thing from last week that I spent three visits to my doctor along with a litany of testing on? Well, it all came to a head on Sunday night. After laying in bed from about 4PM – 8PM, I got up to take a shower. After I was done, I felt absolutely terrible, but I also noticed some blood on my towel. My initial fear was an issue with the sutures “down there,” but upon closer inspection, it turned out that the wound caused by my JP drain placement was leaking some very nasty stuff. And it was leaking bad. Throw onto that a 101 degree temperature, a tortuous headache, and the time to head to the ER was upon us.

We headed to the St. Joseph’s ER because they would have my records and my doctors has privileges there (going to the Oro Valley ER was oh so tempting!). We got there at about 9:45PM, and actually made it inside to a bed in about 15 minutes. Then the waiting commenced. After all was said and done, I was being checked into St. Joseph’s because it appeared I had a nasty infection related to where my JP drain was. We also did a head to pelvis CT Scan because of my headache and other symptoms. That would eventually reveal a couple of pockets of fluid in my pelvis area, right on the path of the JP drain.

Got to our room at 4AM and the barrage of visits from just about everybody started, about every 15 minutes. Absolutely no sleep that first night, but I’m insanely grateful to everybody in the ER department, CT scan department, patient transportation department, and the staff in our wing for everything they did for us. They made a bad night about as good as it could get. And they even called my doctor, at like midnight, to get her orders, and then back again sometime around 2AM. AND she was in our room checking on me at around 5:30AM! Totally crazy!

So, here I still sit, getting dose after dose of IV antibiotics while we wait for a bacterial culture to grow and reveal the true culprit at work. Once the actual infection is identified, they’ll send me home with some oral antibiotics. That’s very likely to be tomorrow, Wednesday, at the earliest.

Ah, the frailty of the human body. One little bug gets where it shouldn’t be and everything gets thrown into havoc. Hopefully the antibiotics are doing their job (I am feeling much better for sure) and I’m on the mend.

Will update you once I’m back at home again, which I hope to be very soon!


A Tough Week

Well, this has been one tough week. Let me boil it down

  1. Three visits to my surgeons office, which is literally on the furthest side of town from us
  2. Two trips to Sonora Quest for labs (blood, urine and bag contents)
  3. One chest x-ray
  4. One CT Scan

Basically, I’ve not been feeling well this week…at all. It started pretty much Monday afternoon around 4PM, and I had to take a nap. Three hours later, I knew something was up. I had a fever, was feeling super exhausted, my lungs felt congested, and things didn’t seem great with respect to my stoma output. We had an appointment scheduled with my surgeon to follow up on something from the previous week, so we were set to meet with her on Tuesday morning.

The doctor said things were looking good with respect to the sutures and JP drain, but she was concerned about the other stuff (especially the fever). So, off for chest x-ray to check for pneumonia (turned out negative) and blood draw/urine tests (only showed elevated white count, which is somewhat normal following surgery). Back the next day for follow-up.

Still wasn’t feeling better. Very tired, temp still up. Next follow-up, she decides to schedule a CT scan just to make sure there wasn’t something lurking inside that might be making me sick. All this time, I’m still with my JP drain which is starting to actually hurt, and is beyond annoying (butt hair is painful when tape gets ripped off it!). She had wanted to take it out earlier in the week, but kept it in as that last lifeline to draining out anything bad that might be going on.

CT scan on Thursday. Nasty prep stuff.

Back to doctor today. Everything has come back negative. I tell her that the last couple nights I’ve woken up several times drenched in sweat with a below average temperature instead of a fever! Crazy stuff, but she says she’s had that happen in some of her other patients as well. She finally decides to take the JP drain out (man, you can’t imagine how good that feels to have it gone), but does take a sample of the fluid to do a bacteria test on (it’s looking a little suspect). But she’s confident that all this is just my body’s reaction to the stress of surgery, and that fact that, and I completely own this, I came into the procedure very overweight compared to the one last year. Tie in what the chemo very likely did to my body this year, and it’s no doubt that I should be experiencing a rough time.

Next visit is Monday for abdominal suture (staple) removal and removal of half of the sutures on my bottom (yeah, that should be fun). Then a visit in another week to get the remaining sutures removed. If something positive comes back from the drain sample, I’ll likely have to start antibiotics.

Trying to stay upbeat, but I’ll admit this has been an exhausting week for Michelle and me. Hopefully I can get some rest this weekend and continue to heal!

Asked the doctor when I can start driving…she said probably for at least not another three weeks! That’s crazy! Being home bound is driving me a bit insane, though I do like being with Michelle. I only have one more week off from work, so I’ll be working from home after that I guess. Very much hoping to hook up with the team in Houston sometime in November.

Despite all this, I still feel extremely blessed for everybody who’s helped our family, for our great insurance and a great medical team, for an amazing wife who has to drive me everywhere, and for God who has provided it all! God is good!

Have an awesome weekend!


Proctectomy – The Full Skinny


It occurred to me the other day that, in my usual fashion, I may have minimized the true nature of the procedure I recently went through. I sometimes forget that, because things go so well, it’s actually major surgery, and not as easy as I make it sound. I’m particularly aware of this for anybody who comes to this page that is outside my social circle, looking for a first-hand account of a procedure that they’re facing. So, with that in mind, here’s the full skinny on what happened to me last week.

The procedure I had done was a “daVinci assisted proctectomy.” Basically, my awesome surgeon, Dr. Stefanie Schluender, used the daVinci Surgical System to remove my rectum, some associated lymph nodes, and then sew up my backside. The surgery typically last from three to five hours (it was a bit over three for me), and involves, at least for me, four small incisions in the abdomen and suturing shut of my backside. To put it bluntly…I will never, ever, fart again. If you’re not a guy that might not give you reason for pause, but I have to say…I miss it!

After surgery I was wheeled into the recovery room. For some reason, I had a very hard time tolerating the surgery this time around. I was in there for quite some time, felt incredibly nauseous (to the point they put a scopamine patch behind my ear), and can remember them telling me often to keep breathing. I’m not sure if I wasn’t breathing or what, but it wasn’t going well for sure. I felt like total junk, and was not at all happy with my condition. Contrast this to my last surgery, where my stay in recovery was minimal (aside from waiting for a bed during shift change), and I was up out of my bed as soon as I hit my room. Not this time. It was all I could do to keep from upchucking when I got back to my room. I do want to give props to the very nice nurse…Kim, I think her name was…who kept talking to me and keeping me on task while in recovery. I didn’t open my eyes much, but I was able to focus on her instructions.

Once I got back to my room, and once I started feeling better, I was able to take stock of my situation. There were four incisions in my abdomen, closed with metal staples. They are pretty tiny incisions, so that’s nice. I was wearing a compression belt around my abdomen (and am still wearing it) to prevent herniation of the incision site. My abdomen was sore for sure. In addition, I had a JP drain plugged into my left buttock to help drain fluid from where my rectum used to be. I still have it, and I can safely say it’s a literal pain in the rear! Finally, my backside…my anus (there, I said it)…is zipped up never to be opened again. I’m hoping I never have to get a prostate exam, because I’m not quite sure how that would work!

Fortunately for me, my nausea subsided fairly quickly, and I had very minimal pain. In fact, I didn’t take a hit of the pain medication at all that they provided me, aside from some Tylenol. I can honestly say it didn’t hurt, and that I wasn’t just putting on a brave face. I definitely feel that was a blessing from God.

Now it was time to settle in for the usual stuff – frequent vital checks, meds, extra meds because one of the steroids they gave me spiked my blood sugar, and walking the halls. Dr. Schluender basically said I could be walking or laying down, and that if I was sitting, I had to do it on one side. I did push it pretty hard here because I didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer than I needed to.

Oh, yeah, one other joyful thing – the catheter. Nothing like a stiff plastic tube to help you pee! ‘Nuff said about that.

Dr. Schluender came in to check on me daily, and was satisfied with my progress. She did drop one bombshell that we hadn’t been aware of, and that was the possibility that the ability to pee by myself might be compromised as a result of the surgery, because of the proximity of those nerves to where she was doing her work. So far I’m happy to report that I’m doing OK on my own, and I continue to pray that it stays that way for the remainder of my life.

I finally get out of the hospital on Wednesday evening after shift change. I’m now settled in at home for recuperation over the next few weeks. I walk A LOT, because that’s what she told me to do. And I try not to sit too much, but when I do, it has to be to one side, which really cramps my muscles. Sleeping isn’t too bad, but, because of how I need to move, I pretty much wake up fully each time I turn over in bed.

Michelle has been an amazing nurse and changes my dressings on the JP drain a couple times a day. No glory there for sure, but I can’t thank her enough for it. I feel like I’m starting to finally get the post surgery stink off my body, but I do smell foul from time to time for sure. The pain in my abdomen from the incisions is almost gone, and I believe my bottom sutures are healing as expected.

I very much apologize if I trivialized this for anybody who came here looking for the real story. I sometimes forget that because I have the blessings of God and my friends and family, it helps me tremendously in coping with the procedure. But make no mistake…this isn’t a trivial procedure, and it doesn’t go the same for everybody. If you have a great doctor like I do, who realizes how something like this impacts your life, then I believe you’ll have an easier recovery because of how the procedure is done. But, every body reacts differently to the trauma of surgery (and it is without a doubt trauma), so your experience will be different. All I can say is keep your Faith in God, accept help from your friends, and work hard on your recovery!

Huge props to the nursing and support staff at the 4 Pavilion Unit at Carondolet St. Joseph’s Hospital. To a person, they are an amazing team! And thanks to everybody who showered, and continues to shower, me and my family with thoughts, prayers, and assistance. It is all greatly appreciated!




Good evening!

Michelle and I are home from the hospital. I got discharged right after dinner.

I CAN PEE! Thank you everybody for any prayers around that. Things seem to be flowing normally.

At the moment, all is good. I’m still not having any pain, just mild discomfort. I didn’t take a single hit of the Dilaudid when I was in the hospital! Just a bit of Tylenol. My sutures and drain all look good.

We can’t thank you enough for your prayers, your thoughts, your visits, and all the help you provided our family. You are literally all a God send. And I can’t say enough about my experience at St. Joseph’s hospital. The staff there is second to none!

I’ll keep you posted as things progress. But, for now, I’ll sign off, comfortable at home!




Writing this to you from St. Josephs in Tucson. All is good!

Had my surgery (proctectomy) yesterday, and it went well. Spent more time in the recovery room than last time because I was feeling pretty sick. But I eventually made it back to my room. My surgeon, Dr. Schluender, stopped by today to give us an update. She said everything went well, she took the rectum and some lymph nodes, and sent biopsy samples out. But she didn’t feel any reason to be concerned about anything, and she feels super good about how it all went. She doesn’t envision there being any cancer at all (which is good, because this was a preventative surgery for that).

So, at this point, we’re just waiting. I’ve been walking a lot, and trying to catch up on a bit of sleep (which is hard with how often the nurses come in). So far I’m literally in no pain…I haven’t hit the dilaudid pump a single time! Sure, it’s uncomfortable, but not really painful.

I’m hoping to get released tomorrow, but she says it depends on if I’m basically able to pee on my own. Right now I have a catheter, which she want to keep in for a bit to give the nerves time to settle down. It’s not uncommon to have peeing problems after a procedure like this, so we’ll see how it goes. If you want a specific prayer to pray for me, as crazy as this sounds, please pray for continued peeing ability!

The nurses here are super cool as usual! Michelle got a cot to sleep on for tonight, so that will be much better than the reclining chair she was in last night. I’ve had a good stream of visitors, which I appreciate very much, and thank you for everybody who sat with Michelle during the surgery. Also major props to everybody who is helping with the kids, getting them where they need to get to on time!

That’s pretty much it! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all the thoughts and prayers sent my and my family’s way during this time. It means an incredible amount to us, and we already seen answered prayer. You guys rock!

Love you all!

Mark and Michelle

One Year Bag-a-versary!

I realized today that this past Tuesday, September 8th, was my one year bag-a-versary! It was one year ago that I had my colon removed and a bag attached to the outside of my body. It’s amazing how time flies!

This realization came to me this morning while I was lying in bed sick. I woke up this morning to a beautiful rainy day in Houston. I got to work feeling just fine, but within an hour (and not having had anything to eat), I had stomach pains and felt like I was going to throw up. At that point I realized I needed to head back to my hotel room for a bit…which turned out to be the rest of the day. About every hour I woke up having to empty my bag….things were flowing for sure. And it hit me how grateful I was for the bag instead of having to get up and run to the bathroom every few minutes!

The goodness of the bag also came into play during my trip to England and Spain. Normally, such a trip would have stressed me out to no end, as I tried to imagine what it would be like to travel, go to work, and sight see with my usual bathroom concerns. But, this time around, I didn’t give it a second thought! Flying 9.5 hours to England…no problem! A full workday in Hursley….not a concern! Walking the streets of Barcelona with my amazing brother…bring it on! The bag has literally freed me in ways I never imagined. it’s hard to believe all the years of torment I went through prior to my surgery, and it it affected me and my family. But, in the end, it’s truly made me appreciate life much more, and showed me the true grace of God.

Now, this isn’t to say there aren’t some days I abhor having a bag. I mean, let’s face it…I walk around carrying a bag of…well, you know…on the front of my body. And I have to wear this very annoying strap to keep the bag tight to my body, which sometimes I just want to rip off and throw away. Changing a bag can be somewhat messy sometimes….you have to watch your skin for issues…and sometimes it just plain stinks. But in all that, I can’t fully express how grateful I am to God for giving me such an amazing surgeon who got everything set the way it should be, and such supportive family and friends. It’s truly a gift.

So, happy bag-a-versary to anybody else out there who might be a year or more into their own bag adventure! Here’s to many years of clean skin and tight seals!


The Day We Met Taylor Swift’s Mom!

A person’s life is filled with many important memorable events : the day we turned our lives over to God; the day we got married to our spouse; the day our children came into the world; and many other significant events. This is a story about one of those events – the day Samantha and I met Taylor Swift’s mom, Andrea.

Some backstory to start…

Samantha is a HUGE Taylor Swift fan. She has been listening to her for years, knows all her songs, probably knows the lyrics to most of them, and even knows her cat’s names (which, strangely, I do as well). Two years ago she and I went to our first Taylor Swift concert. We had our choice of places to go, but decided on taking a road trip, and went to see the Red Tour at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. I have to admit…it was one heck of a show. You can think what you want about Taylor, but she absolutely knows how to entertain. We had a great time, and pledged to make it a regular thing whenever Taylor had a new tour.

So, the end of 2014 rolls around and Taylor releases a new album, 1989, which means it’s tour time! In January 2015 tickets become available and, after much discussion, Samantha and I decide to attend the concert in Denver! Yep, it’s a long drive, but it’s somewhere she’s never been before, so it sounded like a good idea at the time (and, aside from the long drive, it remained a good idea). We bought our tickets, only being able to afford seats in the very upper deck of the arena. But, it didn’t matter because we were going to see Taylor Swift!

As I’m sure it has for you, 2015 has flown by and all of a sudden it’s time for our trip to Denver! Fortunately it coincides with the Labor Day weekend, so I’m able to get a nice four day weekend for the event. We hit the road after school last Thursday, and by Friday we’re at our hotel, anxious for the concert on Saturday. We spend Friday night exploring downtown Denver, figuring out where our parking is and where the stadium is. On Saturday morning we spent time in Boulder, doing a very small hike and driving around a bit.

By 3:30ish, it was time to leave for the concert. Doors opened at 6, with the concert at 7:30. Samantha wanted to get in line early so we could be among the first in arena so she could check out the various booths. We got there, and the picture taking commenced!

It was a beautiful day, and we were in line by 5PM, when the line was relatively still short. They had a merchandise booth outside, with only a small line, so Samantha was able to get her shirt and stuff without much of a wait. At one point I went across the street to use the restroom, and when I got back, they had split the lines, so we were even closer to the entrance! Everything was lining up for a great evening.

We finally get inside, and we start making our rounds. First off was a picture at the Xfinity booth, which was fun. After that, we headed to the Taylor Nation booth, which was what Samantha really wanted to check out. At that booth you get to take a picture, but also have a chat with Taylor’s social media reps. They’re constantly scouting people to invite down to the floor, or to invite back stage. Since Samantha had made an awesome sign that she was proud of, she wanted to show it off. And the Taylor Nation booth was the perfect place for doing just that.

Let me pause and talk about the sign. From the start Samantha wanted to do a lighted sign. She wanted something that people could see from across the arena, and which showed her Taylor Swift spirit. So, we made a nice sized sign out of foam board, put 60 LED lights around the edge with two battery backs affixed to the back, and Samantha wrote out the lyrics to quite a number of Taylor’s songs. It was quite a sign, as you can see from the picture:

She worked very hard on it, including time on another 11×14 sign without lights in case this one wasn’t allowed in the arena (which the Pepsi Center customer support team told me it would NOT be, but they apparently decided against upsetting Taylor’s fans). Samantha got a lot of great comments from many people on her sign, and they were all well deserved.

And let me tell you…when we turned this sign on, our entire section in the arena was lit up. I’m pretty sure you could see us all the way across the stadium!

OK, so let me cut to the chase. Taylor’s mom, Andrea, attends each of her concerts. And she does this thing where she seeks out fans from the arena and invites some of them down to the B-Stage, which is on the floor and just feet away from where Taylor sings. Samantha, and every other Taylor Swift fan, knows this and they all secretly hope that they will get the call. Doing things like making signs, or dressing like Taylor did in certain videos, or other things that call you out as a super fan are all helpful in attracting the right kind of attention. Samantha did both these things – two awesome signs and dressing like Taylor from one of the videos. But, we were very high up in the arena, so it was a long shot to get Andrea’s attention.

The concert is now going on, and here’s the view from our seats:

As you can tell, we’re pretty far away from the action. But we’re still having a great time, on our feet, dancing to the music. This entire time, Samantha is dutifully carrying her sign, dancing with it, and lighting up the general area. In fact…she and I are one of the few people actually on our feet during the concert, which is kinda odd. You’d think for that much money, everybody would be up and getting their groove on!

So, we’re jamming along, and Samantha notices that Taylor’s mom (she knew what she looked like) is in our area talking to some girls to our left. They start walking away with her, and Andrea looks at Samantha and gives her the “come here” finger thing! Samantha is just ecstatic, and is pushing me to move over there. I’m watching the concert and not realizing what’s going on, but once I do, I get us from our seats to where Andrea is. Now it’s just three girls and their mom, me and Samantha. Andrea asks the girls if they’d like to go down to the B-Stage!

Well, the answer was a resounding YES from all of them! To give you some perspective, here’s a picture I took from our seats (you can see Samantha’s sign on the right). The area circled in white…that’s where we’re headed. Right at the end of the runway, and right in front of the sound booth.

We’re whisked down an elevator, and told no matter who we should see backstage, we need to stay with Andrea. We’re now backstage, and Andrea remarks about the catering food smelling good! As we’re walking, who do we happen to see, but Vance Joy…the opening act! I shake his hand as we walk, telling him he did a great job. A few moments later, we’re at the B-Stage, getting wristbands and being told there are soda’s and water in a cooler for us. This, now, is our new view of the concert.

We are literally about 20 feet from where Taylor did most of her show. The girls are beyond themselves with excitement, and, I must admit, so am I. This is the one thing that every person at the show hopes will happen to them, and here we are! Turns out Andrea was able to see Samantha’s sign all the way from the floor, and noticed she was dancing the whole time. Talk about a great reward for being a super fan!

We spend the rest of the show here, literally not believing our fortune. There are only about, I’d guess, a total of 30 people in the B-Stage area, and I’m the only dad there! We watched the show with the others, along with Andrea, and were just constantly amazed at this amazing blessing. I stopped many times to give thanks to God for this great gift.

Here’s how close it was with Taylor:

You could see everything. It was like she was singing to just us. Everything about this experience was amazing. At one point, I turned to my left, and Vance Joy was standing right next to me! Like a normal dude! And Taylor, of course, put on a show to remember for a long time.

For me, a special moment came right after Taylor, up on the raised platform you see above, started telling the audience what they “are and are not.” She was giving some great advice. After she was done, I turned to Taylor’s mom, and in what I can only call a moment between parents, told her how great I thought her daughter was. I literally called Taylor “your daughter,” and spoke to her as a parent and not as a person talking about a superstar. She said thank you, and gave me a big hug. I caught Andrea watching Taylor many times during the show, with what I can only describe as parental pride on her face. As a parent, knowing what that kind of pride feels like…I was very touched, and it put an entirely different spin on the concert for me.

Unfortunately, after two and a half hours, the show came to an end. It was an absolutely amazing show, and an experience that Samantha and I will remember and cherish forever. I have nothing but good things to say about Taylor, her mom Andrea, and the tour in general. Samantha and I can’t wait for the next tour, when her sign will probably light up the entire stadium! Until then, I’ll leave you with one last picture, of Samantha and Taylor Swift’s mom, Andrea.

What a night!