Tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of my diagnosis of invasive lobular breast cancer. Knock on wood I’m still cancer free. And I’ve said it before, but a long strange trip it has indeed been.  Truly.

I still remember exactly what I was doing when the phone rang and I got my diagnosis.  It’s just one of those things I will probably always remember.

Yesterday I was at the hospital doing all the pre-op for my knee surgery and I got all turned around trying to find where I was supposed to go and the floors were brutal on my knee waiting for surgery. It wasn’t so much fun.

I looked for help and met one of the hospital’s Red Coat Ambassadors and she offered to walk me to where I needed to be. We were talking and I asked how she came to be one of their “ambassadors”.  So she told me.

 Another breast cancer survivor.  We always find each other.  And she has also had survived one other cancer, uterine I believe.

I have said since I began this journey it’s like this radar out there how all of us find each other. It’s like we sense each other.

She was such a remarkable woman and so very positive. She was literally exactly what the doctor ordered for me yesterday. I have been in a bit of a bad place in my head because of the knee pain like a big baby.  In my own defense because I have a high threshold for pain, the pain must be pretty bad if I can actually feel it.

But anyway, I think things that happen like that always happen for a reason. So I thanked that gracious lady for being in the right place at the right time.  She was also a reminder of the shore goodness of human beings that still exists in this crazy world in which we live.

Once I get through my knee surgery it will be time to start the annual breast cancer patient roulette of mammograms and doctors appointments.

 But for the grace of God go I.  I am alive and I love my life and I am really grateful.