Today is the worst of anniversaries. It’s the anniversary of this. There are a lot of potential anniversaries that come from cancer diagnosis and treatment. This is the one that is burned in my mind as the worst thing I went through with the most lasting consequences.
It’s a tough day.
I don’t remember the day of my diagnosis or the day of my first chemo treatment. I could look them up, but they aren’t days that stick out to me. It’s the day that I lost something irreplaceable, had badly advised surgery that’s left me with large scars that I see everyday and multiple revision surgeries. It’s the day that gave me some ptsd anxiety in hospital beds due to the way I was treated in the recovery room and in my care the first night I spent in the hospital.
It’s a tough fucking day.