As I was running this morning, I realized the date. February 24, 2012. How did that happen?
As a cancer survivor, there are many dates seared into my consciousness: June 11th; July 22nd; December 3; and February 17th. It's already the 24th of February. The 17th came and went without me noticing!
February 17th is notable for me because it was that day, a year ago, that I had my last radiation treatment. This was my first anniversary of it, and it totally slipped my mind! I look at the calendar and see that it was a week ago. What was I doing last Friday? I don't even remember! Okay, if I think about it I can remember that the kids were out of school, so I went on a run with Isabelle. To get the kids out of the house so Eric could have some quiet time to work, I took them to the park where we played and flew a kite. Then we went to have frozen yogurt. I came home and cooked dinner. Don't ask me what I made, that I will not recall!
February 17th for me this year was life. Nothing outrageous, nothing noteworthy. Just another day in a life. My life. I thank God daily for it and want to live it to the fullest, glorifying Him every step of the way.
Here is to having those other dates fade out of the forefront of my mind, and allowing life to take over in their place.
