It’s been a year.
A year since I handed Peyton her last dose of chemotherapy medicine and she downed it like a champ.
A year since the clock started ticking….the one that counts off the days to five years.
She’s finally gotten to the age where she’s got more days off-chemo than on-chemo in her lifetime. It was a bitter imbalance there for a while.
For four years and 364 days we say Peyton’s “off-treatment”.
Then with a flurry of fairy dust and magical unicorns, she wakes up on that five year mark and she’s “cured”.
THEN we can SAY she’s cured. Of cancer.
But today when I got those numbers in my hand and saw how good they are, I couldn’t stop myself from dancing in my heart that for another two months she’s cured in my mind.
Year one down, baby girl.
Just four more to go.