525,000 moments so dear
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles,
In laughter and strife.
How do you measure a year in the life?
–Seasons of Love (from the Broadway musical Rent)
It’s November – my month of milestones. A few days ago marked the anniversary of last year’s mammography when I first heard the words, “It looks like cancer”, and a few days from now will be one year since I was diagnosed. Having gone through one of the longest years in my life (which did feel more like 525,600 minutes) these ‘anniversaries’ are ones that I’d really like to forget.
But here’s cause for celebration: Today was this year’s mammo-squeeze – and I am super, super happy to report that, it‘s all clear on the western – and eastern front. The medical term is that I have no evidence of disease. That’s NED for short. NED, my new favorite word. I LOVE NED.
I won’t officially be one year cancer free until November 25th (the anniversary of my surgery), so I will put off any actual celebration until then. But, boy-o-boy, will I have a lot to be thankful for on Thanksgiving. In addition to being cancer-free (!!), I recently learned that my oldest daughter is engaged (!!!) ,Why, squeeze my boob and call me grapefruit!! I’m walking on air.
I still have three more Herceptin treatments to go, with my last one coming in right before the end of the year. I can’t wait to put 2015 behind me…all 525,600 minutes of it. I’m ready for the next 15 million, 758 thousand and 88 minutes ahead. I think I’ll celebrate every last minute.