Maybe that’s taking the under-reporting of age too far. I’m forty-one today, but this is the second birthday I’ve had since I was diagnosed with cancer.
I just read the Blog entry I wrote one year ago. I wrote then that I’d “hold out for one more year”. Well, I made it to one more year. I didn’t think I’d have cancer again at this point, but here I am.
Should I make a prediction about where I’ll be at my next birthday? I’ll still be in Singapore, I’ll still have cancer, I’ll still be alive. That sounds terribly boring. I hope I can do something between now and then to make that year worth having.
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