My One Year Anniversary of THAT Day

Well it's been over a year since I found that fateful lump...you know the one...the one that EVERYONE with a medical degree was telling me was a harmless cyst and not get my panties in a twist. It's been nearly a year (June 22) since the surgeon told me, "Ooops, sorry, I was wrong. You do have breast cancer." And it'll be a year come the 5th of July (hence my screen/blog name) since my bilateral mastectomy. It has been a year of short-lived anger & bitterness that no one believed that I had cancer in the 1st place, to determination that my best course of action was an aggressive one, to dealing with friends who were too scared to talk to me normally, or would just ignore me totally, because the reality of cancer made them uncomfortable. A year of challenges, like chemotherapy, fatigue, meds that would give you excruciating bone pain, or your body spinning totally out of your control that it won't heal itself after surgery. A year of lightning fast hot flashes that leave you feeling like you've been caught in a blast furnace naked. It has also been a year for being grateful for friends who are there for you, even when you get on each other's nerves, the family members who understand you, and the absence of the family who only know you when it benefits them. You really find out who has your best interests at heart when you come down with a potentially debilitating or life-threatening disease. It has definitely been a year of challenges from on high. Whether you are a believer in God, Allah, Jehovah, the Goddess, or just an un-named higher power that rules our lives, I know that this has been a particularly testing year for me from the Powers That Be. Hopefully, I haven't failed any of the major tests. Anyway....more later....I think I will dig out all my posts during the start of this whole epic saga and paste it here.