and today was a day just like any other
I have listened to nothing but Blink for about 36 hours now.
So today is my 6 year anniversary. Granted, I now have 5 anniversaries every year, but today happens to be the day I started radiation treatment. I thought about it a lot last week, but it didn't even cross my mind again until today. Technically, I started on the 29th because it was a leap year, but it was this same Tuesday. I remembered while I was in the shower this morning and I tried to actually remember the day -- how I felt when I woke up that morning, how I felt when I first sat in the chair, etc. But I can barely even remember what the room looked like because my first treatment (and every Tuesday treatment) was at Mass General Hospital; every other day, they were at the Cyclotron in Cambridge. I wasn't always in the same room at MGH, so I'm not sure which room I started in, which makes me sad. I honestly can't remember anything about the day.
Ironically, the period where I went through the appointments, surgery, radiation, etc. is one of the only periods in my life where I didn't actually write in a journal. I wish I did, just so I could remember things like this. But I remember a lot of the days in between, so I guess that's what counts, you know.
I'm really happy today for numerous reasons. I guess I've just been happy in general lately. (Minus one day last week, but I thank Nicole for making it okay.) And I don't really know what's changed to make me feel this way these past few months, but I like it.
So today is my 6 year anniversary. Granted, I now have 5 anniversaries every year, but today happens to be the day I started radiation treatment. I thought about it a lot last week, but it didn't even cross my mind again until today. Technically, I started on the 29th because it was a leap year, but it was this same Tuesday. I remembered while I was in the shower this morning and I tried to actually remember the day -- how I felt when I woke up that morning, how I felt when I first sat in the chair, etc. But I can barely even remember what the room looked like because my first treatment (and every Tuesday treatment) was at Mass General Hospital; every other day, they were at the Cyclotron in Cambridge. I wasn't always in the same room at MGH, so I'm not sure which room I started in, which makes me sad. I honestly can't remember anything about the day.
Ironically, the period where I went through the appointments, surgery, radiation, etc. is one of the only periods in my life where I didn't actually write in a journal. I wish I did, just so I could remember things like this. But I remember a lot of the days in between, so I guess that's what counts, you know.
I'm really happy today for numerous reasons. I guess I've just been happy in general lately. (Minus one day last week, but I thank Nicole for making it okay.) And I don't really know what's changed to make me feel this way these past few months, but I like it.