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

Thinking of Herbie

Today would have—should have—been my dad’s 85th birthday.

If he were here, he would have wanted to celebrate very simply: by having his annual guilt-free birthday eggs for breakfast, maybe seeing an old friend for lunch, enjoying a slew of birthday calls, and, most importantly, spending time with his family.

He was a master of appreciating the little things that are really the big things. I hope I never forget his example.

 

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