This weekend we went to my sweet man’s high school reunion – we are the same age, a year apart. I saw many people I had really enjoyed in high school from his class and couldn’t help but do a compare/contrast. Not so much of the people, but of me. 

After all, it was this same time last year as I got ready for my own reunion that I got the call on my diagnosis. What a difference a year makes.

June 1st marks a year since my surgery, a major cancerversary.  In spite of a bout of breast cancer, I am in such a better place.  Truly, some days I can’t help but shake my head in awe.

I also thought of the woman I grew up with who went to grade and high school with me this weekend.  This should have been Joanna’s 30th reunion.  I saw some of her close pals this weekend, and I know they were missing her.

As I adjust to my new life with my sweet man, I am truly grateful for what in fact amounts to a second chance at life.    The trappings, in the end, don’t matter.  What matters is how you feel; the people in your life around you.

This weekend I also had the chance to reconnect with an old childhood friend.   I had not seen her in easily 30 years.  I can’t even articulate how awesome it was to just hang out and catch up.

Life keeps trucking on people.  And that, is a very good thing.

There is only one success, to be able to spend your life in your own way.

~ Christopher Morley