Father Time is in constant motion, always marching forward. But not on June 15, 2017.
On this day, time stood perfectly still for me.
On this day, the hands of time came to an abrupt halt. The sand filtering through the hourglass ceased to fall. Four small words changed the entire trajectory of my life: “Julie, you have cancer.”
I think we believe, somehow, that it – cancer – will never happen to us. Cancer happens to other people, right? And, in my case, cancer was a constant on my radar. I had worked as a cancer registrar. I lost my Dad to cancer.
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