My 2 year mammo came through clean. I didn't get to see the regular doc that looked at it, just a nurse lady. I was a little uneasy about how flippantly they told me to go home, that it was all fine. But I guess there is no more hand-holding after treatment. I was wondering if I could talk to my surgeon or onco and see what they said on the report. I mean, how do you know whomever looked at it wasn't tired of looking at boob x-rays all day and just said, "yeah, yeah...it looks great....next! Where's my coffee break!"?

Even though I try very hard to move forward and away from cancer, there are other things that pull you back to the moments of not so long ago.

I had an esteemed student that was diagnosed with childhood blood cancer, during my  treatment. There was a moment in a hallway where we talked about chemo's together, and how they hurt. We were once in my classroom where I was the teacher, and I watched the class while their eyes opened to "New York, New York" starring, Liza Minnelli and Robert De Niro. The moment when Liza comes out and sings the song, "New York New York"--he was sitting in the front and center, his eyes were aglow with the light of the LCD projection.

We learned about New York as a supplemental lecture on "The Catcher in the Rye," It was my favorite book to teach, as it was my favorite in life. But many restrictions in a different school and classroom made it difficult to share this piece of Americana, and the opportunity to teach about one of the most amazing cities in the world.

I remember that moment when I remember my classroom, and my esteemed student, and the cancer we shared. I learned so much from the young people in my life. They taught me how to stay resilient. How to be vulnerable. How to remember my past and consider their future.

But mostly I learned, how to mend my broken heart.