January 15, 2026
Dear friends,
As a further update to my previous pieces on Victor Davis Hanson - one of the most brilliant minds of our time, whose insights have shaped my views - I'm grateful for his wisdom and resilience amid his recent health challenges.
Sources close to Victor confirm that he is home recovering well from his successful surgery on December 30, 2025, at Stanford Medical Center, where a large mucinous adenoma carcinoma tumor was removed from his lung, along with his right lower lobe. This followed a nearly year-long ordeal starting with a flu in March 2025, complicated by misdiagnoses including possible pneumonia, long COVID, or valley fever. The cancer, rare in non-smokers and genetically driven, proved aggressive but showed no signs of metastasis in lymph nodes or full-body scans.
While the initial procedure went well, a post-surgical arterial bleed required an emergency second surgery and transfusions. Victor is now managing recovery effects such as anemia, atrial fibrillation (AFIB), fatigue, and weakness from blood loss and prolonged anesthesia. He plans to rebuild his strength and may pursue prophylactic chemotherapy or immunotherapy to prevent recurrence.
In good spirits, clear-minded, thankful, and resilient, Victor expresses deep gratitude for the outpouring of support and looks forward to returning to his work soon. This is encouraging news, underscoring his determination and strength - and a reminder that your prayers are undoubtedly helpful in his ongoing recovery. Please continue lifting him up in prayer.
With hope,
Joseph Fosco
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On Christmas Eve, 1975, Dan Fogelberg's mother ran out of whipping cream for her Irish coffee.
It was the smallest errand imaginable. Dan offered to go. He drove through the snow to the Convenient Food Mart on Abington Hill, one of the only stores still open in Peoria, Illinois, on Christmas Eve, walked through the door, turned down the frozen foods aisle, and stopped.
Standing right in front of him was the girl he'd loved in high school.
Dan Fogelberg was born in Peoria in 1951, the youngest of three sons. His father Lawrence was a high school band director, the kind of man who fills a room with music before anyone even notices it's happening. Dan inherited that gift early. He taught himself guitar and piano as a kid, formed his first band at fourteen, and left home for Colorado and California in his early twenties, slowly building the career he'd always been certain was waiting for him.
Before any of that, there was Woodruff High School. And Jill Anderson.
They dated through high school, class of 1969, driving back-country roads ...
