Two years ago today I got on a plane and flew back to America. I knew I had cancer but I didn’t know what kind or how severe it was. I didn’t know if I’d ever see China or my Chinese friends again. I left my dog behind in China on that day and hoped I would be successfully reunited with her. I remember wondering if I’d make it until Christmas, and now it has been two years. It feels a little surreal. Of course I am very thankful for all that God has done for me. Everything in life seems different now though. There is nothing good about cancer.