March brought reminders of my humanity and mortality. Not that I really need it two months out from my two-year breast cancer-versary (along with the daily side effects of hormone-suppressing medication).

But March delivered three weeks with three separate cancer-related appointments—a skin cancer scare that ended up being a big nothing-burger (breast and skin cancer often go together, so I’m extra vigilant), my annual mammogram and ultrasound (stable!), and my semi-annual pelvic MRI to watch endometrioma-ridden ovaries (also stable!).