Four years ago this month, I had this a cancerous tumor removed.
I’m different. I’ve changed. I’m 25 years old. I did not think I would live to be 25 and sometimes I worry I have not changed enough.
But I know this: we must remember how fucking lucky we are to be alive.
Remember to enjoy every cliched thing you think you’re too snarky for. Feel the ocean, inhale freshly cut grass, get blackout drunk in Vegas (that’s one you guys can do), say I love you just because.
Illness can crush you. Life can crush you.
But we are lucky to be alive.
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am thankful for: My cousin Kelly, her BFF Emma (my 4 year old niece) and my sister Katie.Today is Emma’s 4th birthday...
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