I enjoy seeing my radiation oncologist. She asks me a very important question every time...."When is your next vacation" and she's added in "How is your niece". We chat about these things and how great Skype is. She got really excited talking about Skype. She told me how it was invented in her home country of Estonia and how after they sold it to Google it has made her country rich. Fascinating stuff for a follow up.
She let's me know that everything looks good and that she will see me next year. I could really get behind only 3 specialty appointments a year. (Now, if I could only not get stung by bees or do other random stuff that earns me doctors appointments). 4 years out from diagnosis and my amount of time spent at appointments is rapidly dwindling. It's pretty awesome.
Also, celebrated turning 35 years old this week. Someone said "Happy 29th" in case I didn't care for turning 35 years old. I corrected them. I am happy and appreciate every year I have. I think being a cancer survivor you are happy to tell people your age. You wear it like a badge, like you do being a survivor. You are still here. You are still putting years together and sometimes when you are out seeing your favorite cover band college kids tell you "There is no way you are 35"and you laugh at the "compliment" and realize they have no idea what you have packed in to 35 years of living.
And sometimes you eat a giant plate of coconut chocolate chip pancakes with grilled mashed potatoes. I still need mashed potatoes in my life.
Although nothing compares to my nearly 2 year old niece singing me happy birthday, I have to say my mood can be summed up by Raymond Usher III whom I share my birthday with.