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My mood is so much better right now. It's weird, 'cause what did it was what I thought was going to be some more wallowing, I went back and was rereading all my entries from this week two years ago. And the thing that kept coming up over and over is that what I wanted most was a chance. When things looked like there was a good possibility it would be the worst news, and doctors kept making that face at me, what I wanted was this.

To be sitting here NED two years later, knowing I'd thrown everything but the kitchen sink at it, and every day clear another day closer to the magic mark. Even if it comes crashing down, I got this much when I didn't think I would. That isn't anything to sneeze at.

Maybe my birthday won't suck quite so much after all. 'Cause motherfucker, I am still here.