Birthdays are always an interesting point of reference to look back at time. They make a good starting place to look at a swath of years and note changes, growth, etc., to take one birthday, jump backward to the previous year, and look at the space in between.

On September 18, 2017, I turned 35 years old. Initially, I was not excited about the approaching birthday as the years from 33 ½ to 35 (from diagnosis to present) were lost for lack of a better term. This was my mentality leading up to the day — that that time was irreplaceable, gone, etc.

There are two ways to view this: as time being lost, with those years and months of being sick and in and out of treatment, or as something relative. I wasn’t even sure I would live to see my recent birthday. During the last round of high-dose chemo, when I was at the lowest point imaginable, I asked the night nurse if I was going to die. Feeling as I did, I was sure I wouldn’t live to see the following day, let alone my 35th birthday, which was only a matter of weeks away. Thus, the relativity of age, years, and time.

I awoke on my 35th birthday feeling more positive and ready — I had lived to see the day.

I’ve been trying to avoid dwelling on the past and revisiting the years before my diagnosis. However, I can’t help but remember significant moments, like birthdays, that were not overshadowed by poor health. Time now feels like it’s split into two distinct sections: before and after my diagnosis. But in reality, time doesn’t work that way; life is a mix of moments and events that all come together. Focusing on the present and fully embracing our current moments is essential. While there are events I wish I could erase from my memory, it’s impossible to pick and choose our experiences selectively. Who would we be without these moments, both good and bad? Who would we be without the nights we thought we wouldn’t survive and the mornings that surprised us by arriving?