This is the weekend before I found out I was sick. I was scared and sad so this wonderful human planned a truly magical weekend for me. I even met like every princess.
This is the weekend right after I found out I was sick. My beloved cousin (who is more of a sister) and her husband (who tolerates me) drove six hours to be with me and make sure I was ok.
This is when some truly awesome friends came and had a last hair hoorah with me. We ate pizza, we laughed, we got some pretty bomb hair.
This is me doing homework at chemo. I was clearly thrilled about the whole situation.
This is when I finally was brave enough to shave the head.
This is when my friends came and supported me at Light the Night.
This is when I looked like Lord Voldemort (cape included) at my college graduation. Go Noles?
This is me not letting cancer damper my Christmas sweater party fun.
I don’t know what this is.
This is when we went and partied like there was no tomorrow at Mardi Gras.
This is me getting a best friend.
This is celebrating mine and Tom’s birthday at Disney. Whoop!
This is me cruising to Mexico with friends.
This is me now.
Just kidding. That is Riggs. Holla because it has been a year today since my diagnosis and I LIVED.