As I watched the inauguration this morning I found myself looking back, to where I was four years ago. And I realized that on this day in 2013 I was about to start another round of chemo when I found out the tumor was growing, that it had been growing through the chemo. All that chemo for nothing, I screamed inside, and into a pillow in my bedroom.
And my world stopped.
But somehow the broken pieces came together, and slowly a new picture emerged. A new treatment was found, a treatment that pushed me into remission. Believing there is sun hiding behind the storm clouds, that there is some joy that will make itself known through the suffering, that is what I think of today.
Because what I thought was the end turned out to be just the beginning.
That last sentence, sparse and true, is it. Onward.