I made some new friends last night. My first survivor event. They gave me a pin. I had to wear it. It said survivor. You know how I feel about that word. Apparently the ice breaker at this kind of event is to ask how many years you’ve been a survivor. So not only am I a bit uncomfortable about that moniker to begin with, but I have no idea how to answer that. In my mind, I guess I mark survivor status from the date of my surgery, which puts me at almost five months. One woman thought I should mark it from date of diagnosis, because I’ve been surviving since I heard the surgeon tell me that I had cancer. So that would be ten months. It must be easier when it’s something like five years. At any rate, I suppose it’s official, I’ve got the pin and everything. I’m a survivor now, and I guess I’m going to have to get used to saying it.
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