Once More Unto The Breach
Tales of my second go-round with breast cancer before the age of 40, and everything since.

Double Four

It’s always a novelty to hit a palindromic age, as I did today—after all, they don’t come around that often.  And I just realized that my last one neatly divided my life into its pre- and post-cancer chapters.  I spent thirty-three full years on the planet before that first diagnosis—a blink or an eternity, depending on your perspective.

These past eleven years have felt much the same—speeding past or in slow motion, depending on the lens.  I remember what our lives were like eleven years ago with no effort—where we lived, what we ate, the preoccupations and dreams we had.  And then I think about all that has transpired since—two cross-country moves, two diagnoses, two graduate degrees, two houses bought, two fathers lost.

We have had countless joys and unaccountable sorrows.

And they have all, collectively, brought us to this day and this place.

Here’s to year forty-four, and to the next lap around the sun.

 

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