After the chaos of October and November I’ve had nothing to complain about. Heart issues seem to have resolved and I’ve had 2 clear three month scans. It’s been three years since my diagnosis, next scans are in August.
I was at MSK today for some routine blood work. I saw an older man in a wheelchair with who I assumed was his son. The son was doing his best to be upbeat. The father was so beaten down and obviously in misery. I remembered how that felt, and I counted my blessings. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t find any words.
I hope I never forget how lucky I am, each day is a gift.
moirahoran 