While there are many "anniversaries" to mark a cancer journey (diagnosis, treatment, NED*, etc.), I have chosen to mark the end of chemo as the anniversary I celebrate.
In some ways, it seems like it was a long, long time ago.
And in others, I think . . . only 7???
Whatever. It was a lifetime ago.
I really don't think about cancer or chemo or "survival" or any of it every day anymore. I used to. (Although I can conjure it all up in the blink of an eye. Trust me on that.) Seven years ago, I couldn't have imagined a day when I DIDN'T think about it. Worry about it. Freak a little.
So now, I guess it's "normalized" for me. I suppose I've fully returned to my life-in-progress. And that's a good thing. My cancer experience . . . seems to be kind of a little "blip" on the radar screen of my life.
Except. That's not quite it.
Because I didn't actually return to my life-in-progress. That life . . . ended. It wasn't just an interruption. I emerged . . . a whole new person.
And this new person (that would be me) understands life just a bit differently. This new person, 7 years on, understands that life is finite. That every day really does count. And that we shouldn't waste a moment.
So celebrate with me today. Smile at everyone you meet. Tell your friends and your family how much they mean to you. Color outside the lines. Have dessert. Take a risk and try something you've been dreaming of. And, by golly, let people take pictures of you, even if they're goofy.
Because life is good.
(But it is finite.) (So don't wait.)
*NED is "cancer-speak" for No Evidence of Disease.