I Thought Surviving Was the Finish Line. Twenty-One Years Later, I Know Better.
Twenty-one years after my first cancer surgery, I’ve learned that survival was never the finish line. It was where the work of reclaiming myself—and truly living—began.
Twenty-one years after my first cancer surgery, I’ve learned that survival was never the finish line. It was where the work of reclaiming myself—and truly living—began.