I am just putting this out there. Once you are faced with a health crisis, you (hopefully) realize how lucky you are to wake up every day.
Last Thursday, I turned 45! Woot! Birthdays are big after being ill. In 2018, the day before I turned 40 sucked big time. I was at my staging appointment with the oncologist (scared, not knowing if I would be around next year, much less FIVE years from now). I have had SO MANY opportunities to share my story since then. Am I sad that cancer is a part of my story? Hell, yes. BUT. Without that diagnosis, I would not be where I am today. I am not sure if there is a reason for everything, but I'm here and will make a difference while I am able to.
That's me in my 2018 glory. Now, I am 45. It was a great birthday.
