As of today, I've been on hormones for 2 years. It's somewhat of a milestone. It's been a heck of a ride and I've come a long way.

I've gone from being a scared and scarred girl to a strong, confident woman. I'll confess that I've not had all the physical changes I'd like, but they are not the be all and end all.
I came out and kept my friends and family. I've worked and studied as a woman. I've found acceptance and friendship. I have a great therapist and an even better gyno. I've even found love.
Which brings to me to the no celebration bit. The woman I love is currently lying in a hospital bed. She has severe liver disease and we are currently waiting to see if she has any liver function left, or whether it's history. She's severely jaundiced, weak and currently weighs 37kg (82lbs). I'm frightened that she and I have gotten together just in time for me to lose her. As strong as I am, I fear that losing her would also be the end of me.
I want her well and I want her home. I miss her. Any milestone date should be spent with her and will be meaningless to me until I can celebrate it with her.