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I have a scan on 2-2-2012! Cross your fingers for me! I might be done with chemo!!

I am going to see Rascal Flatts tonight! Whoop! First concert since college... =)

Tomorrow will be a year since I found out I had cancer. 1-27! I'm spending it.... ON DUTY! Let's hope the students are kind to me! Yeah, RIGHT. It's the weekend.

This video is REALLY my job, pay attention to the "Director on Duty", that's what it's like.

I also have caught myself saying "This is going to be FUN" in the exact same way.

The only thing missing is "Other duties as assigned"


Congrats to Kellen, he's getting a lot of fame for his sparkling sense of humor. He deserves some attention, he really is FUNNY. (Proof above)

So, fun on the horizon, as well as work, and another milestone. I've been beating Cancer for a YEAR. Take that! One less thing to worry about!

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