Today is a funny kind of anniversary, bittersweet and strange.
A little over three years ago, I went to Sierra Leone and came back with malaria-like symptoms.
Exactly three years ago -- March 19th, 2012 -- I was nearly paralyzed by an unknown illness. And it's been a long road since then.
In the beginning, I played the "what if" game. What if I hadn't gone to West Africa? What if I hadn't gotten sick? What if I hadn't eaten that burrito (the mundane dinner I had that "fateful" night)? What if I had just finished my thesis when I was supposed to instead of extending it one semester more?