Last year I was hoping my husband would send me flowers on my first cancer-versary. The year I survived had been rough, and a little celebration seemed in order.
This year I don't think he will even remember. I almost didn't. It kind of snuck up on me when I was living my life. Don't get me wrong, I have not had a day yet where I did not think of cancer. I hope someday I can have one.
This year I don't think he will even remember. I almost didn't. It kind of snuck up on me when I was living my life. Don't get me wrong, I have not had a day yet where I did not think of cancer. I hope someday I can have one. While I know this "versary" is a celebration of survival, it's hard for me to think of it as a happy occasion. It takes me back to the shock of my first mammogram that went south so quickly. My wait though Labor Day Weekend for the biopsy results. Trying to make peace for a week with that tiny tiny chance it could be something else.
Don't get me wrong, there were some positive moments.
My famous setting off of the nuclear radiation detector at the US Open following my PET scan.
The fact that hours after the bad news, I made my husband cook out with me on a weekday giving us our choice of grills in the park.
And of course, since I had to wait for results through Labor Day Weekend, I squeezed in a bucket list trip to Opelousas, LA for the Zydeco Music Festival.
http://www.curetoday.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/blog.showIndex/guest/2010/3/2/Going-home--again
But while I am grateful for ever year I survive, I still haven't figured out how to make September 2nd a fun day.
Maybe a Dairy Queen cake would do the trick?
Image from cafepress
Don't get me wrong, there were some positive moments.
My famous setting off of the nuclear radiation detector at the US Open following my PET scan.
The fact that hours after the bad news, I made my husband cook out with me on a weekday giving us our choice of grills in the park.
And of course, since I had to wait for results through Labor Day Weekend, I squeezed in a bucket list trip to Opelousas, LA for the Zydeco Music Festival.
http://www.curetoday.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/blog.showIndex/guest/2010/3/2/Going-home--again
But while I am grateful for ever year I survive, I still haven't figured out how to make September 2nd a fun day.
Maybe a Dairy Queen cake would do the trick?
Image from cafepress
Such a great post....I'm right behind you with an October 6th versery- and yes it's my 2 year. Last year on my "lump day" (when my doc found my lump) I sent him flowers thanking him for my husband and hinted he (my doc) might want to take the flowers home to his wife. I am so thankful for my doc around this time~ he found my lump which lead to my 1st mamo which led to pure hell for a while. Cheers to you my sister~ I'm hoping for every to be good for a hell of a long time for you and me both ~ love danielle
ReplyDeleteThank you Danielle...what a nice thing to do for your doctor...best of health to you!!!!
ReplyDeleteSo great post I really impressed of every woman and they are so strong and human thanks for sharing your experience
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