Happy Anniversary to ME

I’m celebrating an anniversary this week.
I knew I had cancer exactly three years ago.
Happy anniversary to me.
There is a distinct difference between KNOWING and DIAGNOSIS.
I’m hoping this is why I feel sad today despite all the outpouring of love and support.
I hear anniversaries are hard of a difficult event are hard.
This is really the biggest one in my experience.
I also had my second biopsy this time a year ago, and thus began one hell of an adventure.
However, there are also a couple fantastic anniversaries and events this week.
It’s the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of the start of Vic’s (my dad’s) building business, Five Eagles Design, LLC.
Eighty-five percent of small businesses fail in the first three years. So how about a big holler for his accomplishment?!
X is also turning six on Sunday. He is going to have his first school birthday party on Friday. He missed out last year since I was recovering.
I’m pretty sure he won’t remember that one, but just in case, be sure to take me off your lists for “mother of the year.”
Tomorrow, J and I are celebrating all these major life events at Dartmouth Medical Center. He gets the grand prize of receiving a colonoscopy.
We do get to see his doctor, who I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, is one of the coolest people ever.
I will be getting some chicken mole from Gustanoz’s Mexican Restaurant, which is staffed by a lot of Peruvians, and I may bring in the drawings from the Mayan Medicine Man my parents got me in Mexico to find out what they actually stand for.
I had a very vivid dream about them last night. It’s of the recurrent dream kind variety. The dream just includes different cultures, different languages, and different religions, all saying the same thing.
I’m not saying what that thing is.
I know this all sounds really fun. Don’t get yourselves in a tizzy with jealousy. I’ll keep you posted.