Today marks two months since someone first set eyes on the mass in my colon. It feels in many ways like it’s been two years, but I am also keenly aware that I am still just starting to deal with all the ways I am changing and will be changed by what is happening. Time and trauma interact in strange ways.
Part of me wants to have some profound statement to make because of the arbitrary date, or that there is some sort of milestone to mark, but there isn’t. Cancer sucks and the only thing to count on is that it will always suck and I will just keep going. Uncomfortable and unrelenting.
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
Happy Tuesday!