Today marks one year since I was diagnosed. One year since that moment when I was escorted mid-sandwich from the hospital cafeteria to the radiology dark room and shown pictures of the grapefruit sized tumor in my chest. The details from those moments are burned in my brain.
I’ve also recently passed the 6 month mark in my remission. The scar tissue from the tumor continues to shrink. From my most recent x-ray, which was taken a few weeks ago, it looks to be about the size of a samosa.
I’d like to say more in this post, but I’ve been typing and deleting for about 15 minutes now. I don’t know how to condense and/or express the past 6 months of my life. At least as far as the experience of surviving cancer is concerned.