915 days

Today marks a weird day. Today marks 30 months (2 and 1/2 years) since my cancer diagnosis. Back in June 2014, it was easy to google my diagnosis, to read the statistics and to feel overwhelmed. But I've learned to understand that I'm not a statistic. I'm not the 70 year-old average stage IV colon cancer patient. However, that didn't stop me from blatantly asking one of nurses about the survival statistics last year. And she confirmed that they tell new stage IV colon cancer patients... on average... 2 and 1/2 years. Of course there are exceptions... and I'm shooting for exceptional.

Nestled all around the surgeries, the chemotherapy treatments, the radiation oncology procedures, the blood tests, the scans and ALL of the appointments, I have taken the trips, bought the (running) shoes and eaten the (cup)cakes. Life is short. That goes for everybody. There have been plenty of hard days and plenty of good days in the last 2 and 1/2 years, and I am thankful for every one of those 915 days. Last week I was busy running around and feeling confident about 2017, but this week I finished a weekly dose of Xeloda and I've been fatigued, nauseous and struggling. Hard days. Good days. I'll take 915 more please.