Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Sunday was the most beautiful day.

It was my last day with the girls who tried to kill me. I was able to get a run in, see my parents who came to AR for a few weeks and get some Vitamin D. Getting out felt invigorating and relieved the massive amount of stress I carried into the weekend. 

I didn’t sleep well, we had to be at the hospital at 5am. I’m not a morning person. I needed coffee, food or a swift kick in the ass. I received the latter. 

Also I have removed the details to keep this simple and short. 

The cancer is gone. Gone. I will have a long road to recovery and of course continue immunotherapy infusions through most of 2023; but we are entering a new chapter and as I’ve said before, I’ll write my name on every page of this chapter.

Keep those good vibes and prayers coming. Make today count.

Much love!

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