Thanksgiving rolled around again for me. It makes for an easily remembered anniversary. Or in my case, a cancerversary.
Last week I met with my future oncologist. After going over the preliminary history of my treatment, he asked what I understood of my situation. I knew he was just assessing how clearly I was grasping my reality.
I told him that I know I have a cancer that is treatable and controllable, but not necessarily curable. I know that ultimately this disease will probably end my life sooner than someone my age should expect. It won't be this year or the next, but I will probably run out of road much sooner than I should. I have never denied this, but have chosen to put it so far off into the future that it doesn't hinder me from living in the present.
3 years ago I wondered if I would see the next Thanksgiving. Now I live with no doubt I will see many more.