15 years ago on this date, I had breast cancer surgery. I had clear margins I was BRCA, HER2 etc. negative.

I am still one of the lucky ones.

I think having had breast cancer in a weird way opened my world up to better things. Maybe that’s the psychology of being a “survivor”, I don’t really know. Maybe it’s just having danced a dance with a nasty disease.

I haven’t become any less opinionated in 15 years. I am still me.

I wish I had something very profound to say, but I don’t. I’m just very grateful to still be here.

If you’ve been with me since the beginning of this journey, thank you.

If you’re new to this blog, I don’t write on it very often at this point, just when the spirit moves me.

Now, this is just my anniversary date. I still have my oncology appointment coming up, followed by a mammogram a few weeks after that.

I was 47 when this whole journey started. And I just turned 62.

Thanks for stopping by.