Since that fall evening in my dorm room, at the University of Connecticut, when my mother first told me she had Stage III ovarian cancer, I have been running from and trying to escape 42.
42 is the age my mother was diagnosed with cancer. And I lived in fear of it. I always knew I was going to get cancer, but didn’t know when or where.
Now I can stop running. I had breast cancer. Today I am 42.
Birthdays are when we take stock and look at all we have accomplished in the year and in life.
I have to say, my stock is high. One might say, through the roof.
So with due respect to Miss Swift. Forget about 22. 42 is where it’s at!