You aren’t always physically aware of it, but somewhere inside your psyche you are saying guess what today is.

In August I feel sad, thinking of my diagnosis. i spend time reflecting on it alone. I did celebrate the initial final treatment day, but I don’t think I will every year.

We celebrate as a family. Every year we get together that day.

My anniversary is my diagnosis date, that is the only date that I remember about my journey.

I try not to mark the anniversaries because I don’t want that day every year to be colored by something bad that happened in my life.

The anniversary of being diagnosed is etched in my memory – how difficult that time was a how far I have come. I prefer to focus on the anniversary of my tumor being surgically removed as it represents the first day of the “cancer free” calendar. Every day is a gift beyond that. I handle it by taking some time to reflect on things for which I am grateful.

May of 2016 was the ovarian cancer. One year later, to my surprise, May again, I had breast cancer…So I thought what can I do? What can I do to help myself? What can I do to come back stronger, better, and to try to keep the cancer from coming back?