This day last year was my surgery. A day filled with Jello, chicken broth, blue pee and tumor and lymph nodes being cut out of my body. All in all a good day. It seems like yesterday and 20 years ago all at the same time. September 11th has been a solemn day since 2001,but now carries positive overtones for me. It was the day I forcefully removed cancer from my body. My own war against terror. It's amazing a year later I have a scar and still some discomfort while weight lifting, but lets read that last part again while weight lifting. I didn't quite believe the surgeon when he said that a month after surgery I could get back weight lifting. I was thinking about this as I was bench pressing and doing planks yesterday. Planks are offer a little tingling in my arm pit, but steadily decreasing.
How did I celebrate today? By doing nothing special. By having an absolutely normal day. It was glorious and less painful.
Good bye to you tumor, still gone a year later : )