This week is the third anniversary of the day I was told I had cancer. It started the two months of progressively worse news. Every time I went to my oncologist he would say, Oh well it’s not really that bad and this is what I think…Then at the next appointment he would say, well, it’s worse than I thought. Luckily at some point that stopped.
I don’t celebrate this anniversary so much as note it. My whole life changed because of that one day. If my doctor had not been the sort of doctor she is I probably would not have been diagnosed for a while longer and my prognosis would have been much worse. She was wonderful and her timing into my life was good.
My life is different now. My priorities are different and my perspective is a little more cemented. I am lucky that I was one of those people for whom the “push come shove” scenario made me stronger and made me fight. I wasn’t sure what kind of person I was going to be. Would I be the graceful and kind trying not to be a bother type or the get out of my way I have research to do type. I’m glad I got tougher. Living is a long process.