Five Years. Woohoo?

December 20, 2006, at 7pm my doctor called and told me it was cancer. I wish I could say it has made me a better person, made me appreciate life, or made some sort of positive difference . . . but no. It was just a pile of crap. I am thankful for the friends I have made because of it... but I am tired of watching their lives be cut short. This Christmas, pray for the Cure.

Four Years of Tamoxifen

Four years of Tamoxifen done today.

I am so friggin' sick of cancer drugs. Not to mention how fat Tamoxifen has made me.

But WTF I'm still alive, right?

One more year.