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May 09, 2006

The Luckiest

Post from the mister, one year ago today.

I'm the luckiest girl on earth.

Cancer can make beautiful things stupid.

I guess if the first anniversary is the paper anniversary, and number 50 is the gold anniversary, then number nine is the intravenous poison anniversary.

That's right, friends, Wednesday will be the ninth anniversary of the day Mrs. Popping Culture agreed to be my wife. I intend to celebrate the occasion with nausea, cramping and a side effect to be named later.

Does it get any better than chemotherapy on your wedding anniversary? Maybe if I could be tortured on Christmas.

In all sincerity, this is another dangerous quality of cancer: if you let it, it can demoralize you not just by taking things away from you, but by twisting the things you get to keep.

Still and all, it has been the best nine years of my life. Nothing chemotherapy or even death can do about that. No matter what comes of all this cancer mess, I can look back knowing that in the end I was given more than I gave, I was loved more than I loved in return and I was the luckiest man on earth for at least nine years.

You can't beat that, even with cancer.

Posted by Dan at 10:00 PM

Posted by Stephanie at May 9, 2006 10:50 PM

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