Anniversaries

Today, one year ago, my friend Kristina found a lump. She was 35. Since then she has had four surgeries, 4 A/C, 4 taxol, 52 weeks of herceptin and a full course of rads. She has also continued to be the best Mom of four year old Tessa, loving wife of her husband, and my friend.

Tomorrow, one year ago, I was able to isolate the 'knot' to a lima bean sized lump, and made my first call to a doctor. Saying the word 'lump' out loud was the start of a journey that has changed my life.

Tomorrow, 12 years ago, my brother was killed in an automobile accident in Alaska.

Five days ago, a year ago, my sister was told that she had stage 4 ovarian cancer. It turns out that this was wrong, but it really doesn't matter. We all went through this together.

The next few weeks include more of these 'anniversaries.' No wonder I feel gloomy. I hope that the weather turns soon so that I can go into the garden and pull weeds, and start planting our herbs and tomatoes. That always makes me feel better.