With everything else that's happened in my life since the start of 2013, I'm not surprised that a rather important anniversary slipped by under the radar.
I am now a ten-year cancer survivor.
April 1st came and went this year with none of the fanfare my 5-year anniversary garnered. I guess it was a combination of everything else that's been going on coupled with a clean exam last November and the doctor's pronouncement, "At this point, for all intents you're cured and can relax. See me in two years," that put this on the back burner in my mind.
That's not to say I hadn't thought about about it entirely. Almost immediately after getting inked for my 5-year anniversary (something that did not turn out the way I'd hoped; something you'll remember if you've been reading the various incarnations of my ramblings for that long) I started wondering what I'd do for the big one-oh.
About a year ago it hit me.
Ten, ten, TEN:
Because I like dual meanings.
And who have I chosen to poke me, to guarantee that this time will not be a repeat of the last? Why, Erik of course!
Ben and I are planning a road trip in August, and a visit to Pea Ridge is definitely on the agenda.
Congratulations. I'm glad you're around, and that I've gotten to meet you.
I'm looking forward to tattooing Ten on you. I've had it drawn out since you sent it too me in the long ago time.
Speaking of August, have you narrowed down a time-frame, by chance?
I'm at 11 and counting, and am not sure it is worth it.
The good news is that I am healthy, the bad news is the same!
Side effects are never placed in the equation.
congratulations, my friend.