I was just thinking tonight, while getting my ass kicked all over the place in spin class, that two years ago, I was in the hospital waiting for the results of the biopsy to tell me what kind of cancer I had. Tomorrow is the anniversary of getting the answer, and Sunday is the anniversary of chemo starting.
It is almost surreal.
It feels like a really long time ago. So much just plain ol' living has happened since then. How fabulous is that?
I am grateful to have a healthy body, and I'm doing my part to keep it that way!