Today is the first anniversary of my mammogram. I was pretty stony faced. Nine months before my sister had died from breast cancer and I was resentful of the inefficiency at the front desk, the pink p...
Today is the first anniversary of my last chemo infusion. I'm very glad to have 12 months between that day and this. My nails are past the end of my fingers for the first time, and there is only one last bit of chemo damage left in my right toenail. The one that grew to replace the one that fell off. When that finally grows long enough to cut the damage out I'll have a little party in my head. With fireworks!
I plan to never remember this date again. Whoo hoo!