Infamy
In the alternate universe in which I have breast cancer only once in my lifetime, today is a big day.
It's the five-year anniversary of the end of my treatment—the milestone that matters most in the world of cancer stats.
If I'd racked up five disease-free years, I'd be able to wear the shiny "CURED!" label right on my forehead for all the world to see.
I'd be a success story instead of a cautionary tale.
But the clock started running again 367 days ago.
And the five-year countdown won't even begin until I finish my Herceptin treatments, which is at least a couple of months off, and maybe longer.
Still, I wanted to mark the day.
Because it's been a long road from diagnosis number one.
And lots of wonderful things have happened these past five years.
And some of those wonderful things even happened in the past 367 days.
Even if I did fall off the cancer wagon.
Or was pushed.
It's the five-year anniversary of the end of my treatment—the milestone that matters most in the world of cancer stats.
If I'd racked up five disease-free years, I'd be able to wear the shiny "CURED!" label right on my forehead for all the world to see.
I'd be a success story instead of a cautionary tale.
But the clock started running again 367 days ago.
And the five-year countdown won't even begin until I finish my Herceptin treatments, which is at least a couple of months off, and maybe longer.
Still, I wanted to mark the day.
Because it's been a long road from diagnosis number one.
And lots of wonderful things have happened these past five years.
And some of those wonderful things even happened in the past 367 days.
Even if I did fall off the cancer wagon.
Or was pushed.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 8:10 PM
1 Comments:
And once again you succeeded in making my eyes get a little misty right before I chuckled at the last thought of this post.
Looking forward to Sunday...
xo
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