Today I was reading an article about how many wounded military veterans celebrate the anniversary of their "Alive Day," which is the day they were wounded. I thought it was such a wonderful way to transform pain and suffering. It lifted my heart and from now on I'm going to celebrate June 26 as my Alive Day. I was quite near death on that, my diagnosis day. Every year I dread June 26 coming around, because it adds to the tally of years that I've been disabled by Wegs, not able to work and living a life that is not what I imagined. It's just been a very painful date, every time. But hey, I might even have a party when it rolls around this year.