One year ago today I got the call.
You have breast cancer.
And even though I already knew, it was like someone punched me really hard in the chest. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like i was underwater. The words didn’t quite make sense. I can’t remember anything else she said. I just remember the feelings that came along with those words.
Empty. Sad. Tired. Resigned.
Nothing else mattered.
A year is a long time. It changes you. Sometimes I’m surprised I made it. But here I am. I intend to make the most of the time I have left.