One year ago today, my IV bags emptied, my fluids stopped, and the IV was taken out of my groin. I rolled out of the hospital bed and into the wheel chair. Little Man sat in my lap and DH wheeled me to the elevator. I was done. It my last day.
One year ago today, I didn’t think about making it to this day.
One year ago today, all of my thoughts were consumed by making it through the next five minutes, the next 30 minutes, the next day.
One year ago today, I spent all my time in bed and slept my days away.
One year ago today, I worried about my decision to forgo radiation, I wondered if the chemo worked, would my remission stay?
One year ago today, I didn’t think about my future. What was the point, would I ever reach this day?
I never thought that along the way I would pick up another day to celebrate, to look forward to, to mark my most significant achievement to date.
But today, today I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow and the next and the next and the next…
One year ago today was my last day of chemo.
I have been in remission for 365 days.
Here’s to the next 365 days…and many, many more!