They say that having cancer changes you. Not just in the obvious visible ways—but fundamentally, as a person and on the deepest of levels. Since my initial breast cancer diagnosis in 2010 I’ve probably been transformed in a thousand ways but none greater than in my relationship with my dreams and the downright rabid determination I now have for making them come true.
Long before I had cancer, like most people, I had a bucket list. “Go to Burning Man”, “hitch a ride in a private jet”, “visit the Louvre”— the list was as long as my arm and I was lazily complacent about handling it. Because there was time. Plenty of time . . .Today, I don’t mess around with wasting time. And my bucket list? It’s done.
As it happened, the “have a baby” line item on this infamous list ended up being a real stickler. Turning this…
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