18 Years

Some of the events that happen in our lives are celebrations. Others are losses. (Some a combination of both.) A few of them mark turning points in which somehow everything fundamentally changes. Becoming a parent might be one of those, for example. It was hard for me to remember anything that happened before the day Naomi was born without some feeling that it all happened in another reality. 

For me, another one of these events was the day I became a cancer patient. In ways I can't even pinpoint, I was a different person before that time than I am now. It's 18 years today since I took on the additional mantle of becoming a survivor. I'm glad to still be here. I'm glad to have you know me as I am now.