2 years and a third of a breast ago

This time two years ago, I was at my mum’s house in deep devastation, all cried out, shock manifesting in my body all over, listening to my cat purring, stunned and numbed and quietly sitting with the new knowledge that I had stage 3 breast cancer. Making a pact with myself to either fight the fucker and live or hurry up and die. 

Tonight I’m looking back at that girl and the tears are in my heart instead of in my eyes. Ah geez it never gets any less painful, it just nestles deeper into your memory and is more buffered. 

❤️