In April of 1998 I was diagnosed with cancer. I spent the six months in treatments and outpatient clinics. But the following summer, I relapsed and had to have a stem cell transplant (which is why I fully support stem cell research, despite the damn government and activists groups). April 6th of this year marks 13 years from the day I was diagnosed. My mom calls it the Lucky 13 year.
On April 6th 2008, it was 10 years after I was diagnosed, which is a big mile marker for any cancer survivor. And it happened to fall on a Sunday, which made it a great day to get married! I married my husband on my 10th year of diagnosis. So the date was 4-6-08 and it had meaning behind it, so if he ever forgot our anniversary there would be real hell to pay. Of course it was a big crying fest because everyone kept saying how they never thought I would make it this far. I'm not sure if they meant because of the cancer or because I hated boys as a child and swore I would never fall in love.
So today marks 13 years from my diagnosis and 3 years since I've been married. It feels as if we've been married longer since we've already been through so much together. We celebrated today by spending the day in another town and just walking through the different environment. It wasn't extravagant, but it was better than sitting around and staring at each other all day. I also received lots of praises and congratulations on our facebook pages. I can't wait until we're older (and married longer) and we get to have big parties for our anniversary. My grandparents were married for voer 50 yrs and I hope we can make it at least that long. In the meantime I'll also keep marking another year on the calendar in which the cancer has not returned, which helps squash my fears of it little by little. I don't believe it's a "when" it returns situation, I feel it's a matter of "if". An "if" that is slowly shrinking over time.
Happy Anniversary baby.
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