It was just a regular day. Get up, go to work, nothing special. But it was special, it was a year later, a year since I was diagnosed. My team sent me flowers. A few of us went out for dinner to celebrate. We weren't celebrating my cancer, we were celebrating the year. A year of ups and downs and struggles, but a year I survived. One year stronger.
And today? Today I celebrate again. This one will be a quiet celebration, no flowers, no dinner, just thanks. Thanks to the doctors and nurses, for it was a year ago today they took the cancer. Thanks to their skill, they got it all.
I won't be celebrating all my cancer victories. Each step along the way was a struggle and a victory: diagnosis, surgery, bandages come off, I stopped leaking, my scar is healing, no chemo, radiation starts, radiation ends, I feel good, life gets back to normal, my oncologists give me the all-clear! Each step was important. But I will forever remember December 22 (diagnosis) and February 3rd (cancer-free). My life was forever changed on those two days. And now I'm one year stronger...