My birthday is now mixed with the anniversary of my stage IV diagnosis. Although this stings a little, I am mostly burning with gratitude and awe in my heart. Two years ago I learned there was cancer in my bones and liver and scattered about throughout the body. A cancer that spreads quickly and kills quickly. I have aged a hundred years since that day. We have been through a lot. But how wonderful that we made it through. A great reason to celebrate!
In my 34th year I was barbecued in Utah (radiation), poisoned in Florida (Pd-1), and butchered in Washington (surgery). Kind of curious what this year will look like. I am back up and ready for good old fashioned fight. Bring it on 35!
|I took like 20 photos of myself during all the birthday events. My steroid cheeks are really special in all but this picture.|