Eighteen Years but No Toes
Today, I celebrate 18 years of life after diagnosis with lung cancer. Normally, I'd paint my toes and post. Of course after 10 years, I had to invite more feet to the photo-celebration. But, on this day, indeed, in this week my hometown is ice-bound and my planning skills have waned because my celebratory bottle of Lungevity blue nail paint is exhausted. So, no photo this year.
There are so many lessons I've learned during my diagnostic, treatment and survival journey. Two among them bear mention: The objective of treatment is life; do something you enjoy with the extension. And, if I can live, so can you. Indeed...
Stay the course.