I guess it's appropriate that I attempt this blog today. A day when all of America is remembering. Where were you 10 years ago? I remember, of course. Zooming in to New River Community College, hearing some strange news report on the radio. Not enough to process it before running to psychology class. A class that I can't remember today, not even the professor's name. Sitting there wondering if I should have been concerned with the news I barely heard. Getting out of class, walking in the cafeteria and witnessing the stillness while all the students watched the towers collapse. I still remember the rest of the day, going home with my best friend. Later working at Chick-fil-a, all of us wondering what the future held. It was hard to imagine a week from then, and here we are 10 years later.
Last year at this time, I had my port-a-cath placement and my lung collapse. I was in the hospital with a chest tube. It was one of the few times that I literally thought I was going to die from the cancer experience. Between the suffocation of a lung collapse and the stabbing pain of the lung reinflating, that was beyond excruciating. I really don't think there are words to explain... other than I really thought I was going to die.
So this isn't necessarily a fond remembrance for me. I'm grateful for life. Extremely. But I may not say a lot about it otherwise.
And I do hope to be putting some happier, non-cancer related blogs up soon. Just to put a little more random into the mix. :) Life does go on. Thankfully.
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