So, today’s my birthday. It’s also a new anniversary.
One year ago, I treated myself to a long shower for my birthday. Today, I did the same thing.
One year ago, I found a tumor next to my nipple. Today I checked out the stretch marks on the incisions where my nipples used to be.
One year ago, I shaved my legs without hesitation. Today, I shaved sitting down because chemo and other meds have caused my achy body to belie my 34 years.
One year ago, I shivered in a towel as I called my OB/GYN immediately after my shower. Today, I lingered in my towel while I waited for a hot flash to pass.
One year ago, I put on a big sweatshirt to disguise my baby weight. Today, I was able to find a forgiving top from my post-mastectomy wardrobe to hide my chemo/menopause weight.
One year ago, I cried in fear over the lump in my breast. Today, my tears fell frequently in order to express a surprising number of emotions – – the most important of those being gratitude.
Because even though my body holds many scars from the past year, I am in awe of what it has accomplished. I am grateful for every day that I can spend in this broken, scarred, prematurely-aging body of mine. Every. Single. Day