My favorite months

I cannot believe it has been almost a year since I have posted a blog. For quite awhile, I was doing it every single day. I am still not sure why I stopped, because I think I was far more successful and honest with myself when I was blogging.
Here we are, at the beginning of March. Do any of you have a favorite month? I do...it is the month of November. I love the grey skies, the calmness, the promise of snow in the air, the bare branched trees silhouetted against the sky and I love the general feeling of peace, tranquility and serenity.
You might be asking why I would write this on March 2nd?
March is my second favorite month. For starters, two of my three children were born in March. One on the 16th and one on the 30th, five years apart, with an October baby thrown in the middle.
March holds two other events, both falling on the 25th. On March 25, 1983 my mother lost her battle with breast cancer. My children were 6, 3 and 1 at the time. I still miss her every single day. I wonder what she would think about her grandchildren and how they turned out. I wonder what she would think about a recent turn of events in my own life and whether she would give me her blessing. I hope so.
The other March event? Strangely enough, it was also on March 25, but in 2004. That was the day I found out I also had breast cancer found through a regular mammogram. I had gone from no cancer the previous year, to stage 3 in just a 12 month period. I am mostly fine now, but there is a very strong likelihood, according to my team of doctors, that it will return. I choose not to let that govern my life. I am an optimist at heart and I truly think things happen for a reason.
Who knows what the reasons are? Very often we never find out or just never make the connections in our minds. During the past year, I have had a series of events (all good, no worries) occur for which there is no explanation other than "this must have been the way it was supposed to happen". For that, I am very, very grateful.
And, oh yeah....happy 10 years as a survivor to me!
Hugs,
Karen