She and I talked a little about last year at this time. We were still in limbo. Doctors had already found the mass in my pancreas and another in my kidney (very common and benign).
We didn’t know what a biopsy would find. We were scared of what was likely.
We didn’t celebrate my birthday. It didn’t seem right.
A year has passed. It was a tough year, but it produced a miracle. My cancer is gone.
No sooner did my treatment end than Channel 8 called asking what I was doing for the summer?
I’m looking for less drama this year. I didn’t mind the happy ending.