Anniversary dates of our life's events

We all hold onto anniversary dates...the anniversary of someones death, the anniversary of someone who has died and their birthdate, anniversary of graduations, weddings, accomplishments. When one has had cancer there are many anniversary dates. Although I can't remember exact dates, I can remember months very well. I remember March 2010August 2010, and thedreaded colonoscopy was done....September was that surgery and the polyp was removed and cancerous, I had stage 3 colon cancer. October 2010 I began 6 months of chemotherapy. The story's I encountered each week were endless. As weak as I was, I managed to see all of Adams High School Football games, I got through Christmas, New Years and then it was January 2011. 2 years ago at this time, another anniversary. Although this anniversary date I proudly have transferred from one year to the next on my calendar. January 28th. I have chased Boz Scaggs in concert for 30 years. I have seen him everywhere: Berkeley, Oakland, San Jose,Tahoe, Saratoga, San Francisco and in every venue imaginable. The classic story was I rode in an elevator with him at the Saratoga Inn and froze, and made it to my hotel room only to insanely start jumping on the bed calling anybody who would listen to me tell them what i had just done. Then 6 months after that,;my other Boz groupie friend muscled us back stage at the GAMH, and I shook his hand and told him how much I loved his Blues work, oh and how could I ever forget, a week after I was blind sided from my on air gig at;KKSF, I was in Don Pedro's restaurant accross from Slims and there was Boz at the bar....my astonishing words to him then?..."oh my gosh, I love you";But getting back to January 28th 2011......my Boz groupie friend, Erin, insisted I see Boz at the Uptown Theatre in Napa. It was Boz's backyard she said, he'd be in great spirits, and at this point in my Boz career, we now were friends with Monet, his back up singer. So Erin did her work and I drove all the way up to Napa. At that point I was half way through my chemo therapy. I was skinny, my hair was thin, my eye lashes gone, I was starting to not eat, I was cold all the time, but I knew this was the medicine my cancer;needed. So with excitement and Boz tunes blaring inErin's Mercedes we went to the show.;Boz was fabulous. He looked older, as expected, he was calm and he melted my heart just as he always had done.I didn't want the night to end, I wanted to forget where I was at in my life, I wanted the nightmare of cancer to go away. The;concert ended, and Monet nodded to Erin to come up, so we did. Within moments on that January 28th, 2011 evening Boz walked out and came up to me, and posed for a photo. There I was, with Boz, and under the circumstances that I was. He had no idea this date was so important to me...he never will know wht he did for me. Maybe he was the reason I kept fighting, who knows, but January 28th , will be transferred to every calendar that I am still alive.It is an anniversary date I will hold onto forever.....and so the months continueed and by March 2011, a yea from the first cancer diagnosis, I was done with that stinkin crappy chemo...so that March anniversary will be coming up...but today I am going to relish in th afterglow of January 28th, I am going to post hat photo, and go find one of my favorite Boz tunes, and thank God I'm alive to reminisce on it all.