It's just me and Jasmine up this early, brisk Thanksgiving Day. It would have been easier to stay curled up in a warm bed, than to get out this morning. But here we are, in our usual morning spots. Me on my couch with my books and journal, warm coffee close by and Jasmine laid out on her UCLA blanket covered pillow. A heavy rain has saturated the backyard, and most likely our mountains will be splendid with snow. Soon I will start the turkey and the house will fill with inviting smells and sounds of family "hanging out." And here I am, day #365 as a cancer survivor! It has been exactly one year since my life took an unexpected turn. I am filled with overflowing joy and tears that seem to cascade out of me whenever I ponder this fact. In a paradoxical way, it has been one of my best years ever, if not THE best. I have completely enjoyed my NP days, returning to work and relishing the long term relationships I have ha...