Growing up in rural Taylorville, I was raised in a fairly ideal situation. Our home was in a great neighborhood with a bunch of kids. We were a couple blocks from the school where my mom was a secretary before she got her teaching license, so I could walk to school. And I had two sets of parents: my mom and dad and their best friends, David and Gerri.
Almost a year ago, I received a diagnosis I did not expect, terminal pancreatic cancer.
When I received the diagnosis, I didn’t know I’d get another 365 days to live. I was not given any odds that I’d still be around a year later. So it makes every day such a gift because it’s a day I didn’t think I’d have.