A month of anniversaries, life altering events and haunting memories.
While the physical and emotional wounds have long ago healed over, they’ve left behind jagged, deep scars. The increasingly hefty serving of gratitude, humility, perspective and mortality gets harder to swallow each year.
A month where the weight of our reality is simply difficult to bear.
August. I’ll get through you eventually and may time accomplish what no words can do.
If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.
Even though my surgery was two years ago and I only found out about my tumor four days prior, it was so traumatic to me (and that time in my life in general) that I still think about it and I think it will always affect me. It forevers changes you and how you think of the world around you. My new neurologist wants me to have a new MRI when the baby is born and, to be honest, it freaks me out. She said this like it WOULD regrow, not that it maybe could regrow. Stay strong!
One day at a time and don’t let her freak you out. Enjoy your pregnancy and the arrival of your precious daughter. You stay strong too and I am so thrilled you are doing so well!
Remembering that month as well. Love you.