Yep, it's the 12th of the month -- again!!!
The number twelve is on (what's left of) my mind today, because I'm now twenty-six months post-diagnosis, which is twelve months past the "optomistic" prognosis of fourteen months that I was told to expect.
If I were a bottle of milk this far past my expiration date I'd be pretty darn gross. Luckily, except for a touch of the flu I feel very much alive and not at all sour.
3 comments:
It is always heartening to hear stories of longterm survival over bad odds. I worry about my Fiona, even when things are going great. It just makes me feel better. Congratulations.
Fantastic news, Krista! 12 is my mom's lucky number and today was her first radiation treatment. Hooray for being 12 months past your original diagnosis and God Bless you!
Dear Krista,
Hi. I'm new to your site and have bookmarked your fabulous blog. A friend recommended I visit it because I am a physician-survivor who is devoted to exploring how to get good care and live fully after a cancer diagnosis. It is now 17 yrs since I was diagnosed with a type of cancer with no known cures and a 7 yr average life expectancy.
Prognoses are not predictions, as you know.
I celebrate today with you. Cheers!
With hope, Wendy S. Harpham, MD
www.wendyharpham.com
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