So, I guess today is officially my 5-year cancerversary. For most of my cancer years, I’ve been calling November 24 the big day, because that’s when my diagnosis came screaming through the telephone.
But many people use the date the cancer was removed — December 3 for me.
It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. I mean, if we’re talking “surviving” cancer, I tend to think it starts the day one learns of the invasion. November 24. But December 3 works, too.
Maybe I’ll celebrate on both days. While I’m at it, I might just add the anniversary of my first chemo infusion, radiation session and Herceptin treatment. I’ll rejoice on the date I starting losing my hair, the day I spotted it growing back and that magical moment when my port was removed for good. Hey, I’ll just make life one big celebration — as it should be, right?