One year later
I've meant to catch up and mark the one year anniversary of my diagnosis, but I've been super busy living this life that I've gotten back. May 2nd was a strange day. I just can't believe it's been one full year. I'm super grateful for where I'm at now. June 1st was also odd, to think that this time one year ago I was in the hospital. And right now, June 19th a year ago, I was struggling with an infected incision. Yuck. I must say life afterwards is tough. I feel like people don't really talk about it any more. No one really asks about it. I find myself wanting to talk about it. This reminds me of Samantha on Sex and the City having breast cancer and Smith seeing a counselor, but Samantha not seeking that out. Anyway. People ask how I'm doing and there's innuendo on what they're referring to. I don't know, I guess I just have a lot of reflecting to do. My Mom and I were driving this weekend and talking about where I was a year ago. I