One year ago today I had my surgery to remove my cancer and it seems so very long ago now. I remember getting the call from the surgeon a couple days later that my nodes and margins were clear, and it only really resonated with me a few months ago what that means, what it meant.
My scars are faded and my memories of my surgery are faded. But I maintain that my Grandma Mabel was with me at the time, looking out for me as she always did.
I’ve been thinking a lot about love, how people come into our lives and float away again. And simply put I’m just grateful I’m still here. That I get to love each of you, and that I’ve not floated away just yet.

Feeling: Blessed