It’s been 3 years to the day since I had my excision. It doesn’t seem possible. But it’s been 3 years since cancer was cut from my leg. While I’ve had a number of bullet holes from various biopsies (including a big old circle from my most recent one), so far, I’ve managed to avoid having another excision.
I could go on and on about how different my life is and how much I’ve changed as a person trying to appreciate all of the good things in my life and how I try not to take anything for granted anymore… but I’ve written all of those posts. So I took today to just soak in the knowledge that I was lucky, so lucky to have gotten this discovered early and taken off me before it grew into a cancer that couldn’t just be cut out of me.
I’m going to a nice dinner tonight to celebrate my scar’s birthday. Maybe I’ll even have dessert…