Joyce, happy six years! Believe me I'm happy to say that too. Who'd have thunk it, huh?? Wishing someone happy six yrs. of cancer-free life; it's almost weird, but the impt. thing is you are HERE to receive those wishes.
Personally, I try hard not to think of how carefree I was when I went for the mammography that found my cancer. It was the most gorgeous summer day with the sky a blue that we usually only see in the fall in NY. My friend, Linda and I had were both schoolteachers at the time. Every summer we'd make those appts., drive each other there and then go out for lunch to celebrate. Linda's appt. was the week before mine; hers was uneventful, thanks heavens. Mine was a whole other story. I didn't have to say a word when I finally came out of the dr's. office (I went directly from the mammo room to the u/s room). Linda stood up, put her arms around me and said "I know, I know." That was the end me, I started to cry and pretty much cried for the whole next month, right up until I had the first mastectomy. Somewhere in there I realized I needed to fight hard. That's when I started "soldiering on" because BC is a war. Now, it's six yrs. later and thankfully you and I are both here to hug and support each other. Love, Luci
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus