Today is my last anniversary. This time a year ago I was on the table having a double mastectomy and reconstruction. As there turned out to be more previously unseen DCIS in one of my breasts, this is the day that I count as the day I became cancer free, NED, a survivor.
No one in my family will remember or mark it; they've not celebrated/commiserated any of the milestones with me. This is not a complaint, more of a way to illustrate why I post this here, why so many of us post here. Because we all get it. We support, console, cheer and weep together.
This anniversary has been on my mind more than I expected. This massive operation is unsettled in my mind, I have not finished processing it, I have flashbacks that unsettle and upset me.
However I have no regrets.
Thank you all who were 'there' with me before, during and after the 27th April, 2018. It was a difficult time and your support meant the world and helped me tremendously. It still does. K xox
CANCER FREE FOR 365 DAYS :)