Two Years

This is the second anniversary of my hysterectomy. Two years since the scariest day of my life. Two years since I was sterilized. Two years of being a survivor of the cancer.

I spent the day talking to people and organizing my very jumbled bookmarks. I worked on my blanket some. I listened to some songs. Other than the bookmark part, it was a pretty typical day for me on the outside.

On the inside, well . . .

My roommate reminded me that life altering things sometimes take a long while to come to terms with. Sometimes, they take the rest of your lifetime. I don't know if it will take that long, but I was grateful for the understanding.

So Happy Hysterversary to me.