Five Years & Counting
I still can’t believe that it’s been five years to the day since I was given my diagnosis of Stage III breast cancer. Besides, isn’t five years the magic number that all cancer patients strive for in order to feel that maybe, just maybe, everything will be all right?
Ken and I have been in Redmond, Oregon, all week with Jonathan and Michael, celebrating spring break, my great news, and Jonathan’s birthday (tomorrow) in one fun-filled week of awesomeness.
All day today, I’ve been wondering what I can do to really mark this momentous milestone in my life. Here is what I came up with:
-Biking with Ken for miles through the high desert
-Playing racquetball with Ken for the sixth time this week
-Playing the card games Phase Ten and President for hours with my three boys (we all know how much I love games)
-Soaking in the hot tub
-Watching the movie “Captain Phillips” in our 8-person condo
So, I didn’t celebrate by hopping out of an airplane or getting a tattoo emblazoned upon my reconstructed breast declaring “five years and counting,” but for me, these simple pleasures make me one happy girl.
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