Today is a special day in my family’s world, for today we celebrate my dad’s birthday. And reflect on many life lessons from Dad. Despite cancer taking him many years ago, his love and advice still influence me in my daily life. It’s been 15 years since his death and I miss him every day.
Fourteen years ago, my dad died from multiple myeloma, an incurable cancer of the blood. He was in his mid-50s. The ache of missing him never leaves, the tiny hole in my heart still empty. I miss everything that is him, even the faults. And for the longest time, I felt responsible for his death.
In a few short weeks, I will recognize (and celebrate) the anniversary of the end of my treatment from bone cancer. Twenty years since I walked out of the hospital, bald, skinny, nervous of what the future held for a young adult cancer survivor, and incredibly hopeful and excited for a new chapter and chance
