Three Days

There are 3 days on the calendar that I'll never forget as long as I live and breathe:  August 24, September 19, and October 4.

August 24 is probably the worst day of my life (not including the date of my mom's death).  It was the day I hear those three words:  "you have cancer".  :-(

September 19 is the day that I finally had my hysterectomy and my health instantly got better.  :-)

October 4 is the day that Dr. Moxley told me she had gotten all of the cancer and that I was only at Stage 1a, therefore not requiring chemo or radiation.  :-)

No matter how much time has passed, those 3 dates will forever be ingrained into my mind.  :-)

*kathy*