With November begins the anniversaries of all things breast cancer. My intention had been to publish I am the Stars in the Sky yesterday, the 7th November 2014 being the day I found my lump. I thought tagging the 7th with an awesome memory would overwrite the date’s significance, however because I completed my book earlier than expected it was then published ahead of my schedule. But that’s ok as yesterday was fine, no extraordinary upset or emotions, just a normal day filled with normal stuff.
Another sign that my brain is moving away from all these trauma triggers is that last week I had my mammogram and for the first time I didn’t cry and I wasn’t overly anxious leading up to it either. If I can make it through to mid-January without any kind of emotional drama then I can maybe, just maybe though, start to believe that everything’s going to be alright.