Jeff asked me, "How is this day for you?"
I have anticipated this day for months, but I don't have an easy answer. Ten years ago, I couldn't have possibly anticipated this day. When I think about the past decade, it's all so complicated and jumbled, yet simple and concise.
Kind of like life.
Jeff and me in April 2002,
at the Ride for the Roses finish line.
Ten years ago today, I was diagnosed with lymphoma. I was 29 years old.
Like the yellow sign says, I am a survivor. When this photo was taken, I had no idea how many times the beast would come back, although I was totally terrified of it recurring even once. I am now a four-time survivor. I'm even stronger than I could have possibly imagined at the end of that 42-mile bike ride in the Austin heat.