This is where I check all vanity at the door.
My new driver’s license came in the mail this week.
The picture wasn’t good. To repeat: It wasn’t good.
I know, I know, I know… everybody says that about their photo ID.
But mine is bad. To repeat: It’s bad.
It’s really, really bad.
Cancer takes a toll, even if you’re the one driving shotgun.
When you’re in it — living with near constant stress, sleep deprivation, anxiety and fear— it’s your new normal. You adapt. You move forward. You get through the days.
I know that I’ve paid a physical price for Mike’s cancer.
But aging is supposed to be a gradual process, isn’t it?
In my case, cancer put the pedal to my mettle.
And here’s the proof….
The first photo was taken three months before Mike was diagnosed with Stage 4 synovial sarcoma.
The second was taken four years later and nine months after he died.
Things can only go up from here right?