Today marks the second anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. I would sum up the past year like this: less trauma, more normalcy. No hospitalizations. No bad news (other than the less painful/less expensive blood thinner making my hair fall out). Fewer health insurance hassles. I got COVID, but it didn't affect my lungs at all. My lung function has improved dramatically, and I'm still making gains every week with strength training. I'm now at intermediate level on nearly every exercise, having progressed from beginner and then novice. When I was first diagnosed and endured the pulmonary embolism nightmare, I wasn't sure I would be alive in 2 years (the 5-year survival rate for lung cancer is very low -- most of us are diagnosed at late stage, in part because there is no screening for non-smokers). Tagrisso has turned out to be a miracle drug. Compared to 2 years ago, I am able to live a normal life...about 95% of the time. And yet, cancer is never far from the surface. I...