My surgery was on Halloween. I wore a tiara and red heels to the hospital. That’s easy to remember. Ask me the date or year of my diagnosis and I have no idea. Cancer has fried my inner calendar.
Daily on Planet Cancer and Facebook I see young adult cancer patients celebrating their cancerversary. My cancerversary doesn’t mean much to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been cancer free so there is no end with which to book mark the beginning? Nah, I think I’m just more focused on the day to day than the milestones.
Yesterday, I wondered how long ago I started this blog. I looked it up. June 3rd. Exactly one year. So, I want to dedicate this post (can you say Delilah?) to my fantastic friend Lisa Friedman. She hounded me for about two years to start a blog. I was totally resistant. What would I have to blog about everyday? I found her nagging irritating and she probably found my excuses pathetic.
Well, Lisa, a year later I’m addicted to blogging and I thank you. I have more to blog about than my time allows: I’m finishing posts and series on medical debt, cancer and parenting, patient bills of rights, and the taboo topic of cancer and domestic violence.
Thanks to all of you readers for your brazen comments and sharing your vulnerable experiences. Without you this would be a one sided conversation and instead it is so much more. Happy blogoversary to us all.
Do you celebrate your cancerversary? What would you like to see me blog about during year number two?