When I was first diagnosed and while I was slogging through treatment, I figured I'd dread my first several post-cancer mammograms. Well, I didn't. Not one bit. I walked into Group Health's breast imaging center this past Tuesday feeling grateful for my good health, hopeful that this next date with the boob squisher would go better than my first, not even trying not to worry. I've become a much more mindful person over the last year. It's become so much easier for me to be present from moment to moment, less focused on the past, less anxious about what lies ahead. So when I got the all clear from my oncologist, it wasn't this huge weight-off-my-shoulders "PHEW!!!" moment. It was more like, "Nice," then back to work and soccer practice chauffeuring and all the other things. I almost forgot to share the news, and realized that doing so might treat you and other members of Team Liz to your own exuberant "PHEW!!!" moments. So here's to acing my first mammogram! Woot! I'm due for another one a year from now. I'll meet with my oncologist in six months, keep taking my aromatase inhibitors and extra calcium and vitamin D, exercising as much as I can — all that good stuff for my bones and mind. And that's about it. This is what you call remission.