In the excitement of learning my thyroglobulin level post-surgery was undectectable earlier this month, my cancerversary passed without fanfare or observance. July 15, 2008, is the date I was first told that I had papillary carcinoma, one of the four types of thyroid cancer. Since that day in 2008, I have: Had three surgeries Two scars on my neck Had two recurrences Had one radioactive iodine treatment Lost most of my ability to sleep like a normal person Yet realized that I want to sleep more than any human probably should Learned more about myself than I ever thought I could Figured out that I am strong Found out you can't rely on doctors to take care of you. Only you can take care of you. Learned alot about the people around me, both good and bad Have seen my anxiety level increase to new heights Have isolated myself more than I should because most days it feels like no one gets it Have trusted others in general less than I did before my diagnosis (which ...