Today in my calendar there's a little entry that just says "1000 days."
One thousand days ago I received my first infusion of life saving deadly poison.
Between that day and today, I received twenty infusions of poison and then the best news: I was cancer free.
I also lost a parent. Wrote a book. Got married to a beautiful, amazing, tolerant, hilarious woman.
I lost another parent. Moved across the country. Bought a house.
I got married again, to that same beautiful, amazing, tolerant, hilarious woman. We honeymooned in Niagara Falls.
I quit my job. Made myself another one. Lost a pet. Wrote another book.
What's the common thread?
I'm still here.
And that's something to celebrate.