She stopped with her coworkers at the local pub. She had a celebratory drink as the big project at work was finished and after all this was Friday, the start of a weekend. Her partner on this project bought everyone a shot of tequila and the team slammed them down. This was one of the secretary’s birthday too, so she ordered shots for everyone too. Before she finished her margarita to head home, someone placed another shot of tequila in her hand and she downed it in no time.
Now she was getting ready to leave and one of the staff members asked if she needed a ride home. “No, I’ve got my car and it is just about 10 blocks away.” Her partner watched her swerve a little as she walked and came up behind her taking the keys out of her hand. “You’re not driving any where tonight. I can just see the serious repercussions of you getting behind the wheel after all those shots… so many things could happen, and I would rather not visit you in either jail or the hospital.”
She stumbled again and turned around saying, “You are right, I am a little tipsy. Maybe I can order an Uber if I can just find my phone.”
Happy Independence Day! No, I haven’t lost my mind. July 3rd is Independence Day, well at least it is for me. Today is the anniversary of the diagnosis confirming surgery I had for my breast cancer. I had a outpatient surgery and was back home in time to rest before the firework that night. I did not have the energy to go see them, but I could still hear them from my house. So every year there is usually one of the surrounding towns that has fireworks that I go to on the 3rd to celebrate my freedom from cancer.
As the fireworks burst overhead, I sat in my survivor t-shirt oohing and ahhing with the rest of the town and felt alive. It has now been 15 years since that day of the surgery and I am grateful for every single day I get. I can’t stress enough that everyone (yes men too!) should do self-exams for greater chance of early detection. I found the lump less than 4 months after my yearly check-up… some forms grow fast. Know your body and never be afraid of what you find
I still remember the most shocking thing I heard after my treatments were about done. An acquaintance asked me if I made out my will when I found out. It had never even crossed my mind. I had cancer, but the surgeon removed the tumor and my oncologist and radiologist were going to take care that the cancer would not come back. I never doubted that. And I think that positive outlook really got me through.
So now, on the edge of midnight, my Independence Day ends and the USA’s begins. Let’s all celebrate! Anyone have a lighter for this sparkler?