“In remission”…2 precious words, 5 LONG years.  Physical and emotional scars that will always remain.  The unease that will never fully go away when those checkups come around.  Five years of living and experiencing in ways I never imagined.  A husband, a beautiful son soon to be legally ours.  New friends and steadfast “old” ones.  Pursuing a lifelong dream to become a therapist and a raw desperate, joyful journey to find my true self.  The self who likes to hide behind closed doors at times to protect from the outside world; the self that is dying to be truly known; the self that knows deep down God spared me for something significant.  Today I am humbled that I have been given that second chance to pursue the tomorrows, however many may come.