Wrapping and packing and decking the halls

I have the gifts ready to wrap and get shipped out tomorrow.

The tree is up, and Dave actually helped to trim it this year (it's only the second year we've had an almost full sized Yuletide tree).

Thinking back on things....last week marked the one year anniversary of my first biopsies, and first round of incredibly bad news.

Little did I know that the news would get far worse before it was over, in stages.

First, there was the MRI and the second biopsy, and discovery of a different kind of cancer in the left breast.

Then, after the first of the year, there was the PET scan that revealed metastases.

Ugh.

At least there was the little ray of good news when the genetic test was negative.

Here, a year later, I still feel acute anxiety when I think about it all, even though, at this point on the calendar, and at this point in the process, I have nothing left to fear.

It's been a rough road, and I am pretty sure my adrenal glands, which were already "iffy," have gotten the workout of their lives.

But really?  The worst of it is over.

Almost all of the cancer is gone (or possibly all of it, we're not sure), and the breast tissue where it all came from is gone, so if I ever do get another cancer diagnosis, it will have to come from somewhere else.

If I ever do get another cancer diagnosis, I will have been through it all already, and, while it will be stressful and scary, nothing about it will be "new."

But from here on out, I am going to choose to have faith that none of that will ever happen.

I'll die of old age, comfy in my bed, way off in the future some time.

And right now, the only thing that matters is finding the packing tape, an appropriately sized box, and getting that box taped up.

Hope this Sunday, gentle reader, is pleasant for you as well.