This year my oncologist gave me my Five Years Cancer Clear release and, just like that, the chapter closed. It seemed something like a tantruming little child: the end comes slowly and then the drama winds down, finishing with nothing more than a couple of hiccups and tear-stained cheeks. I leave behind the shock of my diagnosis, the tedium of treatment, the feeling of being just a number (the 1:15 Patient), the worried looks on my loved ones’ faces, the endless follow up appointments with multiple physicians, and being almost too familiar with staff in the Oncology Department. I keep the unsettled wondering that comes with each mammogram, the little doubts that hole up in the back of my mind: Will this one be the normal one, or will I be back next month for another procedure? And I keep the commitment to do whatever I can to make things change, like better care, better diagnostics, better knowledge, and (once and for all) ending breast cancer.