Tonight feels like the right time to look back.
It all started on 16th January 2011. I went for the breast exam package at AB Hospital after about a month of noticing the lump. It was a sunny wednesday. Right in the middle of the day. The radiologist who did my sonomammography asked whether I felt the lump was cancer.
I said I don't know. In fact, I knew the lump was trouble. I knew right from the moment I felt it. Nothing that hard and defined and totally painless could mean any good.
It's four months now. Four months. Three chemos. Two surgeries. One fact: I have cancer.
I no longer cry over that one fact like I used to. I still cry. But not like I cried in late January.
Sometimes I wonder. Do I have cancer cells somewhere in my body right now? I think maybe, or yes. Don't ask me why. That's just what I think.
Four months, Dear God!!! What a roller coaster ride of a life I am living!