I got the call from Dr. Adler's scheduling assistant for the endoscopy/biopsy appointment this morning. I started to tell her that I could do any day EXCEPT next Wednesday, which is packed with activities already, but before I could say a word, she said, "Now, the appointment will have to be on a Wednesday." Of course it does, why not? I could hear her punching her keyboard, and then she announced, "Okay, I can get you in on March 7."
After getting it all arranged, I hung up and had to sit back for a minute. March 7 is the day I was first diagnosed with melanoma one year ago. Coincidence? No. Irony? Yes. Our lives are a series of patterns, whether it's celebrating wedding vows or the day we received dreadful news. I hope that someday at some future date March 7 will be just another spring day and it will pass by like all the rest. I guess I could commemorate it this year as the first year of me surviving the big C and that every March 7 from now on will continue to be a celebration. Just wish I didn't have to be reminded of it by undergoing another procedure where I have to be knocked out and poked with needles...
(Picture: Road trip to the Bonneville Salt Flats on the 4th of July 2011. I think I'm even wearing earrings again after having my pierced ears swell up and close off during radiation.)
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