Seven Years & Counting
And once again, it’s that time of year where I pause to commemorate the day I was diagnosed with Stage III “locally-advanced” breast cancer.
4/3/2009: Diagnosis
4/3/2010: Vacation to Gleneden, Oregon
4/3/2011: Got me
4/3/2012: Hiking in the rain
4/3/2013: Shopping and breakfast
4/3/2014: Trip to Redmond, Oregon
4/3/2015: Tree-planting
I still can’t believe it. It’s been seven years since that fateful day. Seven.
This morning, I went to church and played piano with the praise band. After the service was over, Jonathan gave me a bouquet of red alstroemeria. He’s a good boy.
Jonathan and Ken and I ate ham, mashed potatoes, and corn for lunch. Michael came over later to eat leftovers. Skyped with Adriana (who is in Australia) for an hour and didn’t get disconnected once.
Nothing earth-shattering today to celebrate yet another year added to my life, not even a Häagen-Dazs Rocky Road ice cream which is usually my go-to for any celebration. However, I did dance through the kitchen today at one point yelling, “Yippee-ki-yay!” at the top of my lungs.
Whoa! You have been on my mind, and like a LAME fringe-friend, I haven’t contacted you. There are many reasons, and I can explain WHEN we meet up (in true, real person style, no technology), bc we HAVE to! After all, I just read your blog in Star Wars version (backwards in time, like trying to put prequels together to make some sense!). Oh my goodness. We need to meet up. And now everyone who reads your blog will know that. Right?
Dear Bon,
You are not a lame fringe-friend at all. You are a busy mother with two small (adorable) children. They sure sang their hearts out at that concert last week. Made me happy to see how much they were getting into it.
You are one of those friends that when we see each other again, we pick up right where we left off.
I’m looking forward to seeing you this week and hearing all about what’s been going on in your life. And I’ve missed your funny blog comments… “Star Wars” prequels – ha! I’ve never seen “Star Wars” but I get the joke.
-Marie