Thirty-one years ago, I celebrated my birthday in a hospital bed; positive it would be my last. Days earlier, I’d woken from a coma after two grand mal seizures caused by three months of chemotherapy for the rare leukemia that had invaded my body. Doctors used the word “grim.” My father bought me a cemetery plot. The following month I would receive an experimental bone marrow transplant that would save my life and start me on a journey of hope, healing, and forgiveness. Today I’m filled with gratitude as I celebrate my second chance at life. And I’m writing [...]