I live cancer everyday. Not in a way that is bad or all-consuming. But in away that has simply become part of my being. More than a year later, the experience of cancer is still very present in my life. As I pass through each month, each holiday, each marker, I think back to where I was at this point last year. And inevitably that point last year was shaped by cancer. As I enter into all these moments again, they feel distinctly different—separated from cancer, and yet still a reminder of what was. Such a strange beast cancer is. This disease that is “cured” and yet not cured. My body a tribute to this experience… the short, curly hair… the missing breast… they are reminders of the parts of myself I had to sacrifice. Sometimes I am left shaking my head; I am not even 30.