My First Diagnosiversary

Everyone should have as lovely a first Diagnosiversary as I’ve had today.

First off, it’s lovely weather. A touch chilly but brilliant sun, hardly any wind.

Second, I had a delicious facial (esthetician does not think it’s the Sheer Cover makeup that’s causing my bad skin, and in fact does not think I have bad skin, just more blackheads than usual and some leftover redness from chemo that should fade) followed by a very pleasant pedicure (with sea salt scrub. holy mother, I would marry that sea salt if I could). Then I bought myself some clothes (finally found a non peasant-style brown skirt), picked up an avocado-and-tomato crepe from the creperie and headed home to my happy loving little boys whose favorite habit right this minute is giving us lots of juicy kisses on the mouth.

Now they’re “down for a nap” (ahahha, we’ll see about that) and then we’ll go and play outside.

One Year Update

I am still confused by one thing in Cancer Survivorship: when people are counting from when they say they are a 17-year, 29-year, 58-year survivor. I can’t remember when my mom’s surgery was, just that it was in February 1995, so when February passes, I add another year to her tally.

But I remember all my dates!! I remember the exact date that I found my lump, that I had the lumpectomy, that I got my diagnosis, that I had my bilateral, that I started chemo, that I had my last period, and that I had my last round of chemo.

And TODAY is the first anniversary of my lumpectomy, the day that I actually became cancer-free (we didn’t know it at the time, but the surgeon-we-hate actually did get clean margins and the tumor had not gotten to the lymph nodes).

One year down, only 49 to go ’til I can call myself a 50-year survivor!