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Er, Happy? Anniversary?!?!

So, I made it through Saturday. I catered 3 meals, a full day of training and a presentation. The saddest thing about yesterday is all the leftover subs we tossed because there is no room in the fridge for 6 foot subs.

Just now I watched an episode on scrubs that always made me cry, and it's the first time I've seen it in awhile and so I felt compelled to come here immediately after. It's called "My Occurence" on Season 1. It's about a patient who JD likes who gets diagnosed with Leukemia.

Work wasn't the only thing yesterday that I had to get through. Yesterday was the year anniversary of the phonecall that changed my life forever. Friday January 14th, 2011 at 10:30ish AM, I was told I have a massive brain tumor. As January 14th this year approached, I got a little more cognizant of the landmark. I've lived a year as a brain tumor survivor.

Last year, I spent that day crying and telling people at work and trying to process my big news being so far away from my family. And then the very next day, Saturday, was a full day of student staff training, and I went and worked even though I didn't have to, because it was SO important to me to have a day of "normal" before I went in and faced what was ahead of me. Yesterday, one of my coworkers made a comment to me about how hard I was working, how much I had done all day. My response was "last year on this day, I didn't know if I would ever get to do this again. Today it's been a year I've known about my tumor. Yup, it's hard work today, but I'm really glad I get to do it."

And, it's true. Though, last night I was sore and cranky, I fell asleep at 9pm. Slept 11 hours, and have been up all morning watching Scrubs. Jason just came out and said: "are you ready to go?!?!" and found me sobbing in front of the computer. A hour earlier I woke him up pestering him that I want to go out for breakfast. Madisons! So yummy! Poor Jason, all it takes is a 20 minute episode of Scrubs and I'm a completely different person than the girl who jumped up and down on the bed like a 5-year-old until he showed signs of life.

I feel better having shared. Thanks for reading. I'm still here, whoop whoop!  Anniversaries are important, good or "bad", they are small milestones that help you remember the significance of time passing by, things you've accomplished, and that any moment can be a life-changing event. Today, no work, we'll get to play all day, something ELSE I'm also still around to get to do. Life goes on, One less thing to worry about...


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