The anniversary of my diagnosis is approaching and I have been trying not to think of it. This is not an anniversary that anyone looks forward to or celebrates. Instead it brings a dread that is hard to shake off. I have often referred to 2011 as the year that saved my life and while John thinks of it as the most awful year of our lives, I do not quite see it that way.
I went through some terrible things that I wasn't sure I would survive. But I fought so hard not to have them break my spirit or my body. Some days were harder than others but here I am almost a year later ... stronger in spirit and getting stronger in body.
I began 2012 ... the year of the Dragon ... with so much hope. I am filled with the sense that this is a different year from the last. I can't wait for Monday morning to be over ... so that the dread that is dancing on the edges of my being can be dispelled.
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