My brother Kip (on the right) shortly after being diagnosed with inoperable small cell lung cancer replete with a painful tumor the size of a big golf ball. It would surely kill him in less than two years. Thank the Gods for his oncologist and the Cleveland Clinic, Kip celebrates his 65th birthday today. He is the bravest, nicest, funniest person I have ever known. Yes, I was adopted. That’s why I took him up to Pike’s Peak with cancer in his lung.