I wonder if I will ever get through the entire day on April 19th without remembering that it's my anniversary of receiving the diagnosis of MS. It was 6:30 in the evening when I realized the significance of this day. I had a nagging feeling all day that there was something about the 19th...
After a brief moment of reflection about that aweful day, I ended it with a "hmpf". I think this is how the last couple years have gone. No more tears over it. I certainly don't celebrate it. Tonight I made a meatloaf.
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