Two Thousand, three hundred and nine.

2,309 days.

6 years, 3 months, 26 days.

1,649 weekdays and 660 weekend days.

I was finally to yearly checkups instead of every 3 months, then every 6. I made it, I made it to every 12 months.

I made it to 12 months - that's where I was supposed to stay.

In the past 5 days I've had 6 doctor appointments. In the 2 weeks prior I had 4 more.

This was a normal appointment, no nerves, nothing big to talk about besides telling her I'm getting married! This was supposed to be a great visit and end with a 'see you next year'.

I start the appointment with some simple items.

There is a spot in my chest that I suspect is the side of my implant, not worried.

There is a spot near my right shoulder that's sore, feels like sore muscle from working out, not worried.

Small bump near my arm pit, not worried.

Go through the whole exam, the doc is also not worried, but suggested we double check that's my implant. While doing the ultrasound why not check the bump near my arm pit, give me peace of mind since I worry.

Word of wisdom, when you get a test and the doc comes in before you change out of a gown to give results they are never good results. Good news is always a phone call, it's never the doctor either.

2,309 days.

This is the amount of time between original diagnosis and recurrent diagnosis.

Or is it 9 weeks?

9 weeks until Brian and I get married.

More to come, more tests to get done, final plan to be put in place.

I should probably find a wedding dress!