Time flies when you're fighting for your life and then fighting to have life get back to normal!
I thought it appropriate to end my month-long hiatus from blogging to recognize the fact that today is the first anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. This isn't really an anniversary to celebrate but I do think it's important to note it -- for me and for all of those who were there for me last March 10. In many ways, it feels like just yesterday that my gynecologist told me the news about the "grave" situation I faced and in other ways, it feels like a decade has passed since this time last year. It's funny -- I don't think I've ever admitted this to myself or others but I think I knew everything I was up against the minute he told me that I had some sort of cancer. I didn't want to admit it at the time but my gut told me all along that my treatment (...and its aftermath) was going to be a rough ride and not something that would be over quickly. But I always knew I would survive it. And I have. And I will continue to survive it even on days when I struggle to understand how and why this happened and am pretty frustrated by some of the minor inconveniences and issues of my post-cancer treatment life. I'm just as determined on this March 10th as I was last March 10th not to let the cancer get the best of me...and on most days, it doesn't.
So, congratulations to me and my friends and family for surviving this past year because I know that it wasn't just a struggle for me but for everyone in my life.