In some ways it feels like ages, in others ways, just days. But exactly one year ago I celebrated Valentine’s Day in the most atypical way possible… on an operating table, talking to my dad on a phone while surgeons removed a golfball sized tumor from my brain.
I hadn’t really thought about it all that much until sometime last night. I’m single, so I wasn’t planning dinner or buying flowers. And I’ve never been a big fan of the holiday anyway. But starting last year it now means something a whole lot different. This morning I got an email from my mom, and a few texts from friends who had been thinking of the same thing. It made my day. And has given me new appreciation of February 14.
My next checkups aren’t until mid-April when I’ll be going through a very extensive set of appointments, including bone scan, colonoscopy, MRI, and many more. April will become my annual checkup month, though I’ll continue to have certain tests more frequently (especially MRIs of my brain).
For now, I’m looking forward to Jill’s wedding in March. Sunny, warm Mexico with family. Can’t wait!