It just occurred to me this morning, musing on it being the first day of Winter, that it is 6 months to the day that I got on this rollercoaster. This time 6 months ago, I was rushing around at work,...
Yep, me too. This time six months ago I was waiting for my biopsy results (phantom boob twinge at the memory of that painful procedure...). Diagnosis, exactly six months on this coming Monday. I've been doing a great deal of reflection in the last week. Pause for thought, mostly about how f****d it's been. I've managed to make some lemonade, but if given the choice, I know what it would be.