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One Year

One year ago today I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Today, we just celebrated another wonderful Christmas, we're getting ready to host a New Years party for a small group of friends (mostly new friends we met this year..proof 2011 wasn't entirely bad), and I had a really good follow up visit with Dr. Adler on Tuesday. My blood counts were all so good that I don't have to have another draw for 6 more months. Seriously... life is SO good right now.

It's really hard to comprehend all that's happened in the past 365 days. It's mindblowing. Now that I'm moving past treatment and being "sick," and once again have hair a semi decent length, I've been able to finally look back at just how scary and crazy this past year was. And it's OVER! I can cry tears of joy that
2011 is OVER...

We have so much to look forward to in 2012. Matt is moving to the detective unit at work,which means a Mon-Fri gig..8-5!! A normal schedule for the first time in our 7+ year marriage! The girls keep growing up into fabulous little ladies who I love being with every day. Reagan is doing amazing in Kindergarten, and Charlie is working hard on getting potty trained. They are both hilarious and loving and I am the luckiest person in the world that I am their mommy.  And to top it off, 2012 will bring a McNichol family vacation in Hawaii!!! Really, it doesn't get much better than this.

So while 2011 kind of sucked, we had to go through it to get where we are now. And I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. Lessons were learned, relationships were deepened, and we survived it all so that we can move forward and enjoy LIFE!

I wish everyone a Happy New Year full of health and happiness!

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  1. Yeah, 2011 is in the books! Now Jan 30 will be nothing but a "happy" anniversary - one to celebrate - another year as a survivor!!!! You have so many, many happy events to look forward to in your and your children's lives. Enjoy every one of them. Dad and I wish you happiness and good health always. Love Mama

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