A music, sports, and business development nut job, I learn best when I fail, speak most confidently when I have no filter, and only work on projects I love.
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Not One Direction
He looked up at me without any expression and simply stated, without emotion, “You have leukemia.” I heard each word as simply as it was stated and nodded in agreement. Yes, my body appeared healthy, but it was also dying on the inside. He took a minute or two to explain to me what type of cancer I had, what cancer was and that I needed to begin treatment yesterday. This is all explained to you like an accountant would tell you how much you owe on taxes for the previous year. It’s emotionless. You are being told that you have a potentially fatal illness as if you were being asked if you wanted a receipt.
Quote of the Day: via Michael Popp, who chronicles his fight with cancer eloquently in a Tumblr with simple prose style.
His journey is definitely worth a read.