Oh yeah. I might not have noticed if one of my friends had not brought it to my attention. Yup. Just kinda snuck in there—fifteen years ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer at the age of 45. Now I’m 60.
Mind blowing, all of it. Were I not social isolating and frankly so damn depressed, I’d throw a party. I guess we’re just going to have to call a raincheck.
This coming year may be the diciest yet when it comes to survival but there will be no throwing in of the towel here. Just going to have to work on some new coping mechanisms. I have gone on record saying I like a challenge…although a global pandemic was not exactly what I had in mind.
Anyway, big love to all of you. Literally could not do this without you and I am imagining one giant virtual group hug.
xoxoxo
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 