Ahhhhhh, the 22nd. You hit me like a tonne of bricks. My monthly reminder.
The 22nd of each month brings me back to that day in December, the day of diagnosis. It hits hard and I visualize myself getting that phone message, I hear Charlotte's voice... the doctor would like to see you... today... bring a friend or family member...
I instinctively cry. I cry for the fear I had, the unknown, for the disbelief I had as I fell to the floor with the phone in my hand.
Then I cry with thanks. Thanks for the path I have taken and the kind souls I have had with me along the way. Thanks for the past seven months that have changed me. Tears of relief.
The 22nd hits me like this each month. Tears and relief. It gets easier. And I'm thankful that I'm able reflect on my amazing journey and the strength I have because of it.