While the rest of the world remembers 9/11 for the awful destruction caused that day in 2001, I remember 9/11/03 as the day I was diagnosed with colon cancer. Six years since that awful day. Three years and almost two months since the last chemo. Seven surgeries (three big ones, four little ones) and 22 inches of chest and abdominal scars. And approaching 11,000 miles on the bike since the last chemo.
A somber anniversary. I mark it by encouraging everyone, again, to get that colonoscopy and to encourgage all your friends, relatives, aand acquaintances to do the same. A little prevention goes a long, long way.