So today is the fourteenth anniversary of my cancer diagnosis, the most intense afternoon of my life, the day I was told to get my affairs in order and prepare for the worst. I wish I could say this is a great day every year but it’s bittersweet because before that summer was over my mom would get her own diagnosis and a much worse outcome obviously.
It’s still a day for reflection, for being grateful and for taking inventory. I owe my life literally to Drs. Mittermaier and Wankling and the Oncology department in Prince George.
“God’s” taken three good shots at me and I’m still here so it must beg the question…
IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?
