[This was a post I wrote on my Care Pages two years ago on the eve of my Cancerversary for my first cancer diagnosis]
In the world after cancer, there are days on the calendar which stand out with special significance. Dates that remind you of events which have altered life in ways never imagined.
“Cancerversary” is a term I had never heard before I entered this world. And as I recently made an attempt to list important dates in my cancer -related health history, I realized how many there were. Surgeries, beginnings and ends of treatments and, of course, diagnosis.
But is my cancerversary the day I got the mammo that looked suspicious? The day I had the biopsy during which the doctor told me -sure, she had had wrong hunches before, but she was pretty darn sure this wasn‘t good? The day the dreaded phone call came confirming the diagnosis? (and I haven’t even gotten to the second diagnosis yet!)
I realized I can’t just put it all to a day. And as I looked closer I noticed that, interestingly enough, my first cancerversary spans the time between Martin Luther King Jr. Day and Groundhog Day.