March 15, 2006 was the 74th day of the year 2006 in the Gregorian calendar. At that time, there were miércoles, derived from mierda, or the Spanish vulgar for worry, failure, and oh yes, sh**. 291 days remaining until the end of the year. The day of the week was Wednesday. If you are trying to learn Spanish, then this day of the week is miércoles.
Looking back, my March 15 of 2006 was the expletive and precursor date for a monumental life-altering experience, the pending arrival of mantle cell lymphoma (MCL), my official induction into the world of CANSWERISTS. You have to read the posts of this blog and related social media sites to understand the whole story, but as of October 2017 (eleven+ years later), I remain a cancer survivor, hence a "CANSWERIST," thanks to some heroic efforts by a multitude of caregivers at City of Hope. ▶Flip②▶MyJournal
At that time, circa April 2006, we were about to leave California for a Florida trip to see family and to attend my 40th class homecoming reunion at Forest Lake Academy outside of Orlando. This was the only high school reunion I had ever attended and we had so looked forward to the experience.
But on this eventful trip, I was carrying the secret of another pending trip: The discovery of a golf-ball-size lump under my right arm. Having no pain or discomfort caused by the lump, I would delay seeing a doctor until we returned from the trip in early April. The diagnosis could wait.