This cartoon immediately struck a chord with me. For many people, news of diagnosis with cancer is received like a death sentence.
For us, as you loyal readers know, it wasn't. We fought, and we lived. We didn't reach two years; for us, it was 408 days. But what a great time it was in those 408 days.
Are all days wonderful and rainbows and unicorns and sunshine? Of course not; still, it's a better alternative than none at all.
So, here's to all of you with biopsy-versaries, and "two years" and 408 days!
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