Houston has an extraordinary monument dedicated to cancer survivors as you approach the museum district and Texas Medical Center from downtown on Fannin.
The first time I visited this lovely place, where the vista opens to wide boulevards and the solace of towering live oaks, there were six of us. All breast cancer survivors. We'd attended a National Cancer Survivors Day brunch and everything that comes with such an occasion. We cried, laughed, then really cried, then really, really, laughed and probably experienced as much emotion as possible without collapsing into a heap.
To me that has always been and will be what National Cancer Survivors Day is all about - be with friends, eat a good meal, clink glasses, take photos, and build each other up.
But I don't think we need a special day, because every single day already is. All good things to each and every one of you.
Blessings,
Jody
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