I never spoke the significance of the day aloud.
Even to myself.
But the date didn’t escape my notice.
I suspect that combination of month and numeral never will.
The anniversary of my cancer diagnosis is branded into my mind, body and soul. I refused to utter its presence aloud for fear the bright summer day would be taken siege by an emotional downpour.
Yet two years after hearing the “C” word, persevering through brutal treatments, and discovering how to fight back with joy, I see new sprigs of life, fresh leaves of hope, delicate blossoms of compassion spouting forth.
Much has changed over the last two years.
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