Somehow, it's been one whole year since my very last treatment for breast cancer. This time last year, a final dose of Herceptin whirled through my veins, capping off 52 weeks of therapy with this targeted drug and completing a total of 18 months of intensive cancer care. Where has the time gone?

It's gone to a preschool job, writing jobs, a revamped exercise routine and an overhauled diet; to kindergarten pick-ups, reading and writing practice sessions, arts and crafts and play dates; to beach trips, family trips, a Canyon Ranch trip; to trick-or-treating, Christmas cheer, backyard Easter egg hunts; to birthday celebrations, anniversary celebrations, the arrival of my new baby niece; to growing out my hair, ditching an anti-depressant, and clean mammograms. The list goes on. And on. The more I list, the more I realize a year seems like so much less. I could have never predicted it -- that the endless, dismal, painful days wrapped in cancer could disappear and fade so quickly into the background. Yet happily, they did.

And what do I have to say on the occasion of this special anniversary? Just one thing: Ahhh!