Thursday I had a rare girls night out. We had been attempting to plan it since sometime last year and the stars finally aligned. While we were there I realized that the next day was April 12th, which meant it was my survival anniversary. The four of us toasted another cancer free year – and other than that, the day was forgotten. I couldn’t even remember if this was seven or eight years. I think it’s eight.
In the early days of April 12th, Rob surprised me with brunches and diamonds and trips to Miami. These days it’s not that we take my health for granted, but it’s kindof nice to put that part of my life further and further behind me – to recognize the day with quiet gratitude for another year, rather than an over the top celebration of our relief for another statistical milestone achieved.
Not that I wouldn’t enjoy a trip to Miami…