Seven years ago
Thursday came and went without any fanfare. That was good. I like those smooth days — ones that come and go quietly without much ado. They soothe my soul and help on those other days that wreak of chaos and craziness.
But while the world and all the people in it where busy doing their own thing on Thursday, I was lost in the past — seven years ago to be exact — June 6, 2007.
So what’s so special about that day in history for me? It’s simple, yet oh so complicated. That was the day I turned over my life to Dr. Tracey Weigel at University of Wisconsin Medical Center in Madison, Wis. It was the day of the big surgery — the day I would learn from this very capable cardiothoracic surgeon the cancer she had treated me for during the past three months had died — allowing me to live. It was the day I woke up from a seven-plus hour surgery and heard there was no evidence of cancer in my body. It was the day my family and friends celebrated. It was the day I was able to start putting the words, “You have cancer,” behind me and begin the physical, mental, spiritual and psychological journey of healing from a terribly bumpy road I never want any of you to travel.
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