My "D" Day

Two years ago today, 3-17-2006 I had the official diagnosis. St Patricks Day. I'm okay with that, though I never believed I would make it to this point. Today was just another day for me. No sadness, no celebration of defeat. On the sad side I will always think of St Patricks Day as the day that I am keenly aware of my differences from others. On the good side, I am ready for anything that comes my way. I have learned so much, grown so much in this battle to keep myself alive every day. I feel I should acknowledge the day though, perhaps just for the victory of life itself. Two years down, and a battle ahead. I'm good to go.