Where Does the Time Go?

I've been a busy bee the past few weeks. Truly, truly busy with more work than I have known what to do with at times. Which--as Nate reminds me when I complain--is a real blessing. To have an extra income right now is no small thing, as we weren't making it just two short months ago.

Yesterday, I registered at the hospital for my surgery on the 12th. I've never been so excited for a surgery in all my life. I'm sure I'll be horribly disappointed when I inevitably wake up in horrible pain. I mean, when these expanders were placed in December, I woke up convinced that my shoulder had been broken.

However, right now getting these tissue expanders out and having a few days to lay around and be spoiled sounds like heaven.

It is, today, exactly one year since my diagnosis. I remember at that very next appointment Nate and I asked my doctor: So how long will all of this cancer stuff take? And his answer was a year to 18 months.

At the time neither one of us really believed him. We had virtually no understanding of how complicated this type of reconstruction is. We thought, oh 7 months tops. We'll be done. And yet, now, it seems we won't be actually be done until December, if then.

Of course, this surgery next week is the last big one, but still. This is a lengthy process, that I totally underestimated, myself.

All the same, it's so wonderful to be one year out and to be healthy. My fears that I wouldn't live to see another year or that I'd still be fighting it were unfounded. Here I am 365 days later and I am--as far as we can tell or know--cancer free. It's a great thing to celebrate.

So, happy one year cancer-versary to me! Thank you, Jesus, for good doctors, good medicine and early detection!