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 ...