A Bottle of Your Best, Please!

Tomorrow I celebrate my one year anniversary as a survivor. I don't have any big plans for the day, though after all of the excitement and running around this week, I might squeeze in a nap. (It was really dark and really cold at 4:30 this morning. I can't wait until I have a garage and don't have to scrape the ice off of my car anymore!) Right after I graduated from UVA, I bought a numbered bottle of fancy wine as part of a case with my coworkers. I don't know what I thought I was going to do with it, but I've carried it around from house to house ever since, saving it for a special occasion. I don't think it gets much more special than this; I beat cancer, I'm building my first house, I've got a great new job and things really seem to be going my way. I don't know what we'll have for dinner tomorrow night, but I know what we'll drink with it!

I know I've been reliving all of these cancer milestones in real-time detail, but the details of the "You have cancer" phone call will have to wait until next week. I'm too stinking happy to make myself relive it.