My Best Days Are Ahead Of Me

Last year, I was in the hospital from chemo for my birthday, not knowing the cancer would blossom again months later. This year, I’m walking around San Francisco–short of breath sometimes, but walking–looking forward to an afternoon and evening with friends, a few days at GDC, then the return home for another trial treatment. I’ll sit in the infusion chair with wonder and gratitude.

Both the song and the sentiment are a little sappy, but exactly how I feel right now. Whether they number 100 or 1000, my best days are ahead of me.

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