I have had 12 cancerversaries so far. It was on May 15th, 2000 that I received my diagnosis of Triple Negative Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. We celebrate this day every year like it is a birthday.
When my now husband was asked to join us in the celebration for the first time, he was very reluctant. "Why are you celebrating the day you found out you had cancer? It was a terrible day."
Sure it was a terrible day. No one ever wants to hear that they have cancer. But that day represents more than just that news. This day to me also means that they finally identified what was wrong with me. It had been months of problems and no one could pin point what this was. It also meant that the lumpectomy that I had days before removed at least part of my cancer. It was a terrible day but it was also the beginning of my survival.
Life changed on that day. For better or worse I was never the same person as I was on May 14th, 2000.
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