Today is my Whippleversary — January 24th — a day I’ll always remember, and a story I’ll always carry with a full and grateful heart. Seven years ago, in 2019, I rolled out of surgery with more tubes than style points… and still managed to throw up my arms like a tiny-but-mighty superhero. Then came eight rounds of chemo, long days, long nights, and an 18% five-year survival rate staring me down like a bad Dr. Seuss villain. But y’all know how this story goes. I thunk my thou

My grandmother carried part of me. I carried part of my granddaughter. Life has always been carrying itself forward, and so will I.