My Version of Memorial Day
Today (Memorial Day, that is, not May 30th) marks the 13th anniversary of my offically pronounced medical "all-clear"; in other words, after undergoing batteries of unpleasant tests, major abdominal staging surgery (with bonus splenectomy!) and 9 grueling weeks of daily radiation treatments, I was declared to be in remission from my bout with Hodgkin's disease. It was a different kind of war and I'm a different kind of veteran than this day is supposed to celebrate, but I feel permanently, irrevocably marked like a survivor nonetheless.
Today's feelings are therefore a combination of "thank you", "fuck you" and "yup, still really glad to be here". Go tell your loved ones that you love them.
Peace out.
I love you. :)
Remission ROCKS.
I'm SO GLAD that you are here!!
Ditto all of the above!!
Wow. Happy 13th. Here's to something like 100 more of those, and each one a better year than the last.
No one is more glad than I that you are here. I would be very very lonely without you, and probably without direction in my life. Thanks for saving my ass, honey. I love you, and I am sooooo glad you're here.