friendly reminder: you’re going to die.
No matter when that happens, it’ll probably be sooner than you’d like.
but you’re alive right now.
And you can make your time count.
At five years old, I was diagnosed with aplastic anemia, a life-threatening bone marrow failure disorder. My parents were told I probably had four weeks to live.
Since that day, I have survived 27 months of chemotherapy, a bone marrow transplant, a virus that caused my heart to stop seven times in one day, three major surgeries to prevent breast cancer, and an emergency IVF cycle.
For 24 years, I’ve been living like I’m running out of time.
I’m building a community of people who want to live like that, too.
You already know the last line in your book.
Start doing everything for the plot.