It was 30 years ago today that I was diagnosed with bone cancer.  I shared that story with my daughter as I drove her to school this morning, not realizing that I’d never told her before how it happened.

My life completely changed that day, and in the days that followed.  On the 21st I was diagnosed, on the 22nd I had biopsy surgery, on the 23rd I learned that I would lose my leg, on the 24th I had my first chemo treatment, and on the 25th I celebrated my 13th birthday by sipping 7Up and puking birthday cake in front of friends and family.

I remain amazed that I am still alive and relatively healthy, three decades later…