“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when we look back everything is different.” ~ C.S. Lewis
It’s been a year. Today. Last year on this day, and this evening, I was a patient in a hospital. It’s a fabulous place, but it’s a hospital nonetheless. I had undergone a double mastectomy earlier in the day, and by early evening I was sorta-kinda awake and pretty uncomfortable.
But it’s been a year. A whole 365 days of cancer freedom. Of being cured (yes, they used that word). A year of tumult and turmoil, of introspection and decision-making, of disappointment and desire, of deep pleasure and wild happiness.
And sometimes it feels like yesterday. Not often, but as I look back, as I consider the months and seasons that followed, it happened in a flash. A sometimes awesome flash and a sometimes painful one.
So today, I do the normal, regular things of life, hauling out a shedding Christmas tree, preparing dinner, droping-off and picking-up from basketball practice, shopping at Barnes & Noble. Each time today as I live my blessedly-uneventful life, I can’t help but reflect back. With deep gratitude. And with eyes cast up and outward.
The best is yet to come.