One year ago today, at 5:15 p.m. to be exact, I got the call.

That morning I’d gone into the hospital for a D&C to try to determine what had caused sudden and EXCESSIVE post-menopausal bleeding. The original assumption was a large fibroid.

The GYN resident who assisted with the procedure called me with the test results. Turns out the problem wasn’t a fibroid.

It was cancer.

The 365 days since I received that call have been filled with high points and low points. I’ve documented most via this blog and shared (and in some cases, over-shared) with friends and family the challenges of cancer treatment — physical, mental, financial, you name it.

But as I look back on the past year, my first thought isn’t the discomfort of chemo and radiation. It’s how incredibly lucky I’ve been.

Hundreds of thousands of people are diagnosed with cancer every day. Most don’t have the advantages I have.

They don’t have a flexible work arrangement that allows them to work when they can and stay home when they feel crappy.

They don’t have a world-class medical facility close by and staffed by outstanding, caring professionals, or an oncologist who is regarded as one of the leading experts in their type of cancer.

They also don’t have the financial ability to pay for the treatments, medication and insurance premiums, and the savings balance to cover the time missed at work for doctor visits, etc.

Most of all, they don’t have an incredible support network make up of family (including my superstar mom), neighbors and friends to keep them going during the bad times and celebrate with them during the good times.

I have been lucky.

Despite my treatments, I’ve been able to experience as normal a life as possible, contribute to my community, support my clients and travel to places I promised myself I’d see someday.

Yes, it has been a year devoted to fighting cancer. But so far, I’m winning.

On Thursday, I’ll go in for a CT scan and blood work, and next week I’ll see the oncologist for my first 3-month follow-up. Ironically, that appointment with the oncologist will take place exactly 365 days after our first visit, when he told me there was a 50/50 chance that his proposed treatment plan will lead to remission.

Looks like the odds were in my favor.