To my family: Thank you for your unwavering support and your strength. Thank you for lifting me up and activating a network of positivity - from prayers across the Midwest to chants of Buddhist monks in Thailand.
To Jamin: Thank you for holding my hand and for being my rock. You will undoubtably be the one that sees the highest of highs and lowest of lows. And I apologize in advance for the lows.
To my friends: Thank you for making me laugh when it’s too hard to do anything else. Thank you for sitting with me, crying with me and listening to me.
To my coworkers and clients: Thank you for understanding when I have an off day. Or an off week. Or month. Thank you for telling me to focus on my health, and for meaning it.
To my doctors and nurses: Thank you for your knowledge, your compassion and your expertise. Thank you for making me feel like I am in good hands and that you will do whatever is in your power to fix me.
To strangers: Thank you for treating me like I don’t have cancer. Thank you for bumping into me in the Skyways and not feeling sorry about it.
To my body: You kind of screwed me, but now that I know what’s going on we’re not going to let that happen again. To the good cells, thank you for being you. To the bad cells, get the f*ck out.