WARNING: EMO RAMBLINGS FOLLOW
When I was diagnosed with cancer I figured the date would stick in my head. It was a Good Friday, amusingly enough …
I don’t think I actually remember the diagnosis date anymore. The date I remember is the first round of chemo. That was today, five years ago. That means I’ll have been in remission for four and a half years tomorrow.
I feel like I should have something deep to say, about what I’ve learned and how I’ve changed. But shit, I started a damn LiveJournal for that. And I can’t even look at that thing anymore, it was so full of whiny little adolescent oh-why-dies-the-world-suck-and-I-can’t-get-a-date-to-prom (which is why I’m not linking to it).
So. Yeah. It’s been five years. Cheers to that, I guess.