The call I thought I was prepared for....the call I was in denial about.
Let's face it. No one can ever really be prepared for THAT phone call you get from a Doctor.
I was out walking when it came. I can even show you on the mountain where I was standing when it came.
A year.
Quite frankly, as I write these words, I never thought I would still be here.
Now a year has gone by. I survived my surgery. My first test has come back showing no recurrence. No spread. It will be a process I go through every 6 months for the next 5 years.
So what did I learn? What was it all for?
I wrestle with that. I'm not "out of the woods", I realize that.
I am trying to number my days. Does my life count? Did it count? How can I change what I need to change for the future....a future that I can't assume is there?
These are my thoughts in the night.
