Yesterday was my 5 year anniversary since being diagnosed with breast cancer. My emotions bounced around a bit. On the one hand, I know the 5 year rule isn't being used anymore. That went out the window some time ago. On the other hand (how many hands can I use in this example?) it still felt like I should celebrate it.
I remember several years ago talking with a group of ladies - one of them was my friend, Ann Elder, who had been through the whole breast cancer thing, and one of the ladies asked her when you stop thinking about recurrence. She said "never." Twelve years after Ann's (damn it, I can never remember if Ann has an "e" at the end or not. Ah, heck, she'll forgive me) first "adventure", she had to deal with the bastard again. Twelve years!
So, celebrating 5 years felt right and a little creepy. It didn't stop me from talking Petey into an expensive dinner with valet parking. He's still recovering from the bill. hahahaha