When I was first diagnosed in '93, I really did not think I would live to see 40.
When I was diagnosed in 1988, I was 28. The doc told me to go home and put my affairs in order because I probably only had six months tops left to live.
Well six months came and went, then 30 and 40 years old came and went. Now I'm 46, and guess what? I'm still here.
This must be that new math thing, which I could never really understand. :-*
Daniel
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ME ON A VERY WINDY DAY IN 1988