All Saints Day. Or the day all the ghoulsies and goblinsies are coming down from their sugar high. But for me, today is the 2 year anniversary of my surgery to have the big bad Cancer removed from my body. Two years. I'm sure some people might think it silly, and a bit unnecessary to keep on about this date or that, but not me. See, I'm still here. Some don't get that luxury. I'm not pretending it is a princess party every day, there are still complications. But life is full of complications and I'm grateful for the chance to endure them.
Here's to more anniversaries. All around.