yesterday was such a whirlwind of a day. At 5:00am, I woke up to feed Lincoln and get him ready to be puppy sat by my mom (who finished radiation treatments recently). My dad drove me to my final heart biopsy which was at 7:00am. While I was on the table with a catheter in the right part of my neck, my cardiologist said to me:
” isn’t today your 15 year anniversary from being diagnosed by cancer? ”
I was surprised he knew that. he knew that my cancer put me on this table.
Here’s some math:
Jan 18, 2004 (15 years ago - cancer diagnosis)
Jan 18, 2007 (13 years ago - final chemo treatment)
Jan 18 2019 (final heart biopsy / received bike from Trek