Last month I turned the big 3-0. My brain is still stuck on me being 27, the age when I was diagnosed. For the majority of the past 25 months my life has been on hold. You all have gotten the sliiiiiightest preview of that from quarantining in the pandemic.
Looking back at my first 30 years, I have learned a lot, loved a lot, been inspired, had some tough times, and hey, I’m still here!
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