My teenage years are broken up into two distinct parts: before cancer and after cancer. Every memory I have automatically falls into a category in relation to my dad’s diagnosis. I got my driver’s license before cancer, and I graduated high school after cancer. I applied to college before cancer, and I got accepted after…
First off, stop going in tanning beds and don't let anyone talk you into getting bangs. Trust me. With that out of the way, here are a few other things to keep in mind as you navigate the insane world of high school, college, and early adulthood.
Today, 2.74 years, 1,000 days, or 1,440,000 minutes after I stopped drinking, I’m reflecting on the way things have changed from Day 1 to Day 1000.
Because sometimes sharing the story helps... and names have been changed, because I'm not a monster.