Shocking that this anniversary has passed unnoticed except in afterthought! The promised two years of vigilance following my final days of chemotherapy are over, and according to my oncologist I can now consider myself "cured."
Perhaps the forgetting of the anniversary is its greatest memorial.
I had expected to meet the day with fanfare, but as I reflect on it I now think it fitting that I celebrated by simply doing those quiet little life things that I had been deprived of for so long: curling my hair, shaving my legs, drinking (and enjoying) a cup of coffee, doing an honest day's work. Feeling healthy without even really noticing it.
Even so, I must remind myself that taking notice is important too.
Today isn't any particular anniversary of any major life event. Therefore. As it was good that I kept the anniversary of my cure by overlooking it, so it is best that I observe the quotidian perfection of this dripping May afternoon by pausing my day for a moment of glad commemoration.
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