Today marks a year since Anne-Marie was diagnosed with a recurrence of breast cancer. I"ve already marked six of these days for Diagnosis Day 1 (which occurs on May 12) and I never know whether it's a day to celebrate the gift of another year or to mourn our losses.
On the positive side, we've made it through about two-thirds of the most difficult treatment processes. The tumor is gone and radiation wrapped up two months ago (thank God!). After many different tries, our team of doctors has finalized a treatment plan. Anne-Marie's been working double-time to catch up on the things around the house that slipped through her fingers in the last 12 months.
On the not-so-positive side, it is still cancer. We spend a lot of days aiming for what seems to be an unknowable normal. Day-to-day life at our house has been altered significantly by what's happened and we're still not quite sure what can be recovered and what we just need to let go.
And so here we stand on May 10, 2013. It's been one year since that phone rang and detonated our lives. We're still sweeping up rubble and we plan on rebuilding. We really don't know what it's gonna look like when it's finished.
Read more about that day in my original post "Running Away, Part One".