It was nineteen years ago today that I got the phone call.
"I'm afraid it is bad news. Yes, it is cancer.”
Two days before Christmas!
So began an adventure that I would not have asked for. A journey of more medical appointments, more testing, more poking and prodding, more surgeries, more decisions. Then came chemotherapy and radiation and the eventual milestones of semi-annual and annual check-ups.
But then a recurrence... which led to yet another journey of consultations, decisions, surgeries… and finally back to the annual check-up pattern again.
Memories of bad news, good news, fear, stress, compassion, empathy, hope, and gratitude mingle on such a date as this. And celebration for 16 years cancer-free.
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