Sure, I won't have to drive a half-hour to the cancer center each way for a few minutes of lying on a table, baring everything above the waist, as a machine zaps me painlessly; 33 days of this hasn't really been a big deal. But it's not over, it never will be.If there's a bright side to any of this, it's the support I received from friends and family. After surgery, friends scheduled dinners to be brought to my house for my family. There were cards, flowers, visitors, phone calls. The comfort and kind words meant more than anything. It may sound corny, but it's nice to know people care about you.I can't really put this behind me. It's with me for life. And even if I wanted to, everywhere I look, especially this month, I see pink. Pink is the new green. That's a good thing, the awareness. In my world now, awareness is 12 months a year.