Sometimes I like to look back through my blog to see what I posted on this day last year. I don't have to look today. I know exactly what I posted on May 1st last year. I wrote about being grateful for the previous year. It was two years ago today that I had my surgery. I had so much to look forward to but everything hung in the balance waiting for that oh so important pathology report that would determine the course of my future. Funny how it's been two years since that day but those simultaneous feelings of fear and disbelief are still so clear in my mind.
I woke up this morning with my mind whirling around the paper that I have to finish today for one of my classes. I'd like to go out and play but it's getting near the end of the semester so it's crunch time. Even though I'm feeling pretty stressed because of it, I have no complaints. I could list all the things in my life that I'm grateful for but mostly I'm just grateful for my life...
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I remember trying not to even let the thought inside that anything could actually be seriously wrong. Which I suppose is a typical first-stage reaction -- denial -- which took me that much more aback at how strongly relief came crashing in when everything turned out the be all right. I had thought I'd stuffed my fingers in my ears and yelled LALALALA loudly enough... at the same time, there was also sheer indignation. "Oh no, you don't, Mr. Ovary! We have *plans*!"
And now here we are, in the Parallel Universe with the happy ending. You waking up thinking about your papers, me planning my next visit, us both waiting for Shauna to join us on this side of the pond.
Thanks, Universe.
Love you, Mom.
Three cheers for the Parallel Universe! I love you, too, little Pickle.
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