A red letter date

It was only around dinner time that today’s date registered. For some mysterious reason, June 26 has been a notable date for me in years ending with 9.

In 1969, when I was 17, my family moved from our hometown of St. Louis, Missouri to West Hartford, Connecticut. It was the summer before my senior year of high school, and leaving a lifetime’s worth of friends and places was difficult for me. The moving van came on the 26^th of June.

In 1979, Simmie was two years old and I was pregnant with Dina. Complications in the pregnancy had kept me in bed for many months, but on the 26^th of June I was hospitalized, where I stayed until a week after Dina’s birth on July 17^th.

In 1989 we were living in Sharon. I had completed my PhD in statistics in 1986, and had stayed close with my graduate advisor, who is just a tad older than I am. On June 26^th he had surgery to remove what turned out to be a malignant tumor in his brain. Fortunately, he has remained in remission for these 25 years.

In 1999, June 26^th was the last Sabbath before we moved into the house in Riverdale in which we still live. We still love this house, and we are even finally doing some of the long-neglected maintenance projects it has needed. I remember in 1999 thinking that perhaps my luck on this date had finally turned around.

I cannot remember anything significant on June 26^th of 2009. I guess my association with the date ended with the change of the century. But on this date in 2012 I was discharged from Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center after cycle 6 of chemotherapy. And I am more than happy to uneventfully mark the passing of another year on this date.

An item from the first round of Jeopardy broadcast this evening:

Category	They Own It
$1000 answer	Xanax and Lipitor
Question	What is Pfizer?

Have a nice evening!

Love,

Rebecca