Just a quick post today to acknowledge the three-year anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis.

I was terrified that day three years ago.  I numbly went through an MRI and PET scan that week (or the next.  It all ran together).  And then port surgery and right into chemo for eight weeks. And a lumpectomy and lymph node removal with good margins and no cancer in my lymph nodes.  Then another type of chemo for eight weeks.  And finally radiation for about six weeks.

I survived it all.

I’m still here three years later!

I had so much support, from so many people.  But still I felt alone sometimes.  I think it’s always like that when you go through something life-changing.  Parts of it can’t be shared.

I learned more from cancer and the time afterward than in my entire life, probably the rest of it put together.

Feeling healthy at my home church (for Salzburger Heritage Day last Monday)

And I’m still learning.

Each day is a gift.  Sometimes I forget.

But mostly I remember.

With gratitude.