At 4:30 a.m. on this winter solstice during the weirdest year EVER, I turned 42. When I was diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer in 2017 at the age of 38, I wondered if I would even see 40 since just getting the diagnosis felt as if death was imminent. Well, I saw 40 and then some. I’m about 3.5 years into the experience of living with MBC and I continue to learn more about what it means to be living while dying every day.
I would be remiss not to mention that 2020 has been rough. I know that COVID and the quarantining has been tough on so many people and I know that everyone has their own struggles to bear. For those of us who are terminal and are constantly hearing about men and women in our community who die because of MBC and treatment, it’s been especially brutal…
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