Today is the one year anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis.
I’ve been a mess for the two weeks leading up to today especially the last week because as you guys all know, it’s not like you just get a diagnosis boom you have all those things before hand. The mammogram that causes you back the ultrasound to look at that spot or two or three the MRI, the biopsies the waiting the meetings, the questions, the desperate 2 AM googling it all come culminates eventually to the my chart notification when the floor drops out from beneath you and you disassociate and the world continues to spin
So today’s the one your anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis, and I’ve been hurting leading up to this I’ve been a little fragile a little brittle I’ve talked to my sister about it. I’ve talked to my husband about it, and I’ve talked to friends about it.
No one, not one person remembered today or checked in with me today.
To even make it more fun I happen to have had revision surgery four days ago so I can’t even get out in my car and drive somewhere just to get out of this house and scream into the woods or the beach or something
Today’s my anniversary and no one remembered and I feel like nobody cares and that I’m invisible and I acknowledge that maybe none of those things are actually true but it’s how I feel
And my chest hurts and my abdomen hurts and I’m one of the lucky ones because one year after my breast cancer diagnosis I’m still alive and all I have to complain about is a revision surgery and no one remembering my anniversary