Jan. 11, 1994. 24 years ago. UNC-Chapel Hill.(Tarheel 4 Life). A day to remember. Long story short, I was a skinny 12 yr old boy prepping for his first major hospital operation. I was scared. I even put my gown on backwards. Needless to say, Nurse Eileen got an eyeful. 🤦🏾‍♂️. They took me to the operating room. The doctor put the mask over my face and said countdown from 10-1. I was determined to make it to 1. 5, maybe 4 is all I remember before blacking out. I woke up later in a room, needing to run to the bathroom. I was hooked up to an IV so I drug it with me to the bathroom. I relieved myself, then went to wash my hands. As I’m washing, I immediately started getting dizzy and lightheaded. I left the water running and tried to get back in bed. At this point everything was blurry, but I soon realized that I was trying to climb in on the side that still had the bed rails up. I know I was a sight to see. I finally made it in and I assume I was making a lot of commotion because a nurse stopped in. She cut the water off that was beginning to overflow, and made sure I was secure in the bed. Soon after I was sleep again again. I woke up the next day feeling much better. I was told that once I ate lunch I could put my clothes on and I was good to go. So I got dressed and caught a wheelchair up to the floor that housed the cancer patients. As I get inside the room, I see the bone marrow that was extracted from my body the day before being dripped through an IV into my brother. Only time would tell the result. And now 24 years later, we still outchea. An unbreakable bond. There were countless trips from Wilson to Chapel Hill on the weekends. Me and my Pops in the Carolina Blue ‘72 Gran Torino with the white hard top, Tarheel decal on the back window. Being without my brother and mother for my whole 7th grade year. That does something to a 12 year old. But one thing I can say is it made me a believer. Happy Anniversary big bruh. I love you man. We one now. F^^K Cancer!!!🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾