Summer is flying by and it has been a good one. My man was diagnosed last year on May 18th and he had his surgery last year on August 17th, so here we are somewhere in between those dates and the entire summer some how feels like our “cancerversary.”
When summer began this year it was tainted with the trauma of last summer. The warm weather and green leaves transported me to last summer’s experience and I had a hard time shaking its shadow. When I mowed the lawn or went to the lake I had vivid memories of my state last year while doing those same activities. So many things were exactly the same: I led the same training this May that I was running last May when I got the call from my man’s doctor, my daughter’s school had an outbreak of lice-just like last year, (and this time we were not so lucky.) It took me a while to shake off the feeling that something terrible was about to occur, or even to realize why I was feeling that way.
But on July 15th we had another clean scan and we are on vacation visiting friends and family in Europe so life is good and I can’t complain. Well I can, but I won’t- not today anyway.