32 years ago today, at 18 years old and a freshman in college, I was told I had cancer. In an instant, everything changed. My world came crashing down. Thatās a heavy sentence for anyone to hear. For a kid, it doesnāt even make sense. And yet, as strange as it sounds, itās the best thing that ever happened to me.
Not because it was easy. Not because Iād ever wish it on anyone. But because it changed me in ways I couldnāt understand at the time and wouldnāt trade now. It gave me perspective most people donāt get without a wake-up call. It forced me to understand early that time isnāt guaranteed. Life is fragile. Even a ādreadedā Monday is a gift.
I donāt take a second for granted. Not the chaos. Not the quiet and certainly not the amazing times.
And watching Riley grow into the woman sheās becoming? Thatās a blessing 18-year-old me wasnāt sure heād ever get to experience.
People joke about getting older. I do too. But getting older is a privilege. Not everyone gets the chance. Life is truly a gift ā¤ļø