My memories on Facebook roll the slide show of a year that left me wounded and forever changed. A year ago last week, I had my mammogram. Instead of the normal all clear call, I was pulled into a room, and blurred words explain that it wasn’t all clear. This week last year, I was in San Francisco, replaying the conversation in my mind over and over. Next week last year I would go in for two biopsies. And the grand finale comes April 28, the call that dropped me into a black ocean, turbulent, with waves crashing over my head, shoving me deeper and deeper into the darkness, with no lifeline to save me. Doctor appointments. Big scary words. Decisions that I don’t want to make. Just another chapter in the book called me.
I spent my days desperately trying to find the lemonade amongst the lemons that life kept pelting me with. I kept moving forward, battered and bruised. No longer me, but just like me with an apple rotting my spirit. 2023 sucked. There is no sugar coating. 2023 sucked.