It’s been 9 years since my diagnosis and the beginning of my treatment.  It’s also been 10 months since the loss of my boy’s father.  It’s also been 3 years since I last saw one of my doctors I am supposed to see annually.  It’s not my main doctor associated with my cancer, but it’s for a thyroid nodule that I am supposed to stay on top of.  I’m not proud of this.  It’s so unlike me, but not completely surprising given all we have been through that something slipped through the cracks.