It's October 18th.  It's a very special day in my life.  It's my anniversary.  No, not my wedding anniversary, but the day I was diagnosed with cancer.  It's a day I will always remember.  No matter how much I would like to like to put cancer behind me and get on with living, I won't be able to forget this day or what it means.

Two years ago, I heard those dreaded words, "it's cancer" and began my journey.  I was told it's stage 4 and that I would have to have surgery and chemo and that it's rare for a complete response.  That there was only a 15 to 20% chance of survival after 4 years.  It was horrible news.  But here I am halfway through the 4 years of the death sentence I was given and my last CT scan showed no evidence of cancer.   I'm here to prove that the numbers and statistics are just that ---numbers and statistics.  Every cancer is different and everyone with cancer is different.  I'm my own statistic.  I'm stubborn and a fighter and have the strength of Jesus and support of friends and family to determine my own outcome.  I'm 2 years into this 4 year sentence and I'm still hanging on and enduring.  It hasn't been easy with the surgery and 7 rounds of chemo treatments and then a rccurrence, but I've completed 5 out of 6 more rounds of chemo and I'm winning again.   I plan on seeing a lot more Oct 18 anniversaries, regardless of the statistics.