As soon as I open my eyes I remember, today marks the 1 year 2 month anniversary of the day I became cancer free.
To mark this glorious occasion Isaac (my best friend) decided to invite me along to his support group. I don't want to go but Isaac is about to lose his eyesight due to neroblastoma so I can't exactly say no can I?
I sit up and grab my prosthetic leg off the floor and attach it to my stump that ends just above where the knee would be. I had to lose my leg as part of my treatment. I get dressed, putting on my brown leather jacket over my grey t-shirt and walk upstairs to the kitchen. My room is basically the whole basement, I used to have to sleep in this hilariously tiny bedroom upstairs, but after I became NEC my parents decided I needed more space so they redone the basement, it's a little annoying having to walk upstairs every time I need the bathroom but still I guess I can't complain.
Once I got upstairs I ate breakfast and got in my silver jeep I began to drive to St Pauls. It took about 20 minutes because Holiday Park is a massive geographical inconvenience. I pulled up near the doors and walk in checking I had my keys in my pocket, not looking where I was going and ended up bumping into someone.
She was beautiful.