Today, February 17, 2007 is the one year anniversary of the phone call. I will never forget it. I was sitting in the food court of the Oxford Valley Mall eating sesame green beans and chicken with broccoli on white rice when my gynecologist called me. He told me I had vulvar cancer and would need surgery as soon as possible. Most people would have gone to pieces right on the spot. But I am a Jersey Girl...we don't operate that way. The best and safest place I could have been at that moment was at the mall. I lost my appetite, but did manage to call my mom and let her know the diagnosis. She did what my mom does...which is go into denial. We had been awaiting test results for two weeks so hearing something, anything was a bit of a relief at least for me. I bought PowerBall tickets, left the food court & purchased birthday gifts for my recently turned 5 yr old cousin (he is the light of my life) and purchased some stuff for myself at Lane Bryant. Then I went home and had a large glass of white merlot. So how about it folks who else is a survivor of a dread disease? How did/do you cope? njqt466 For more of the gorey details see my blog.