Yes, I just celebrated forty-three months of survival, and no, I'm not going backwards. Today I get to celebrate forty-two YEARS of a very good life!
Turning 42 isn't impossible for someone who was diagnosed with GBM at age 38. (With God, nothing is impossible.) It's just not often expected, so it's something extra to be happy about.
I get to celebrate the day with lots of family, including my grandmother, who will be ninety years old next week. (I hope to follow in her footsteps!)