Does it ever end?

I'm coming up on a few milestones in the next couple of months. On April 1st, I celebrate seventeen years of being a mom. OnJune 4th, twenty years of being a wife. And on July 14, four years of being a breast cancer survivor. The further out I get from my diagnosis, the LESS nervous I should be about recurrence, right? Wrong. I have a check up next week (on Number One Son's birthday poor planning on my part) and the closer it gets, the more on edge I am. It's enough to make me think it's time to start seeing the head shrinker again. So if I ever cross your mind, say a little prayer for my family having to put up with my crazy. And that I have a boring, uneventful visit with my doctors. And while you're at it, pray for all those whose cancer has come back. It's a club I don't want to join.