Conscious of the Cruelty of the Calendar
We reached the one year mark since our journey with ALL Leukemia and a subsequent Bone Marrow Transplant for my husband, Keith, began. The yearly reminders I typically receive on Facebook are generally good ones, but the past week has left me shaken. It is a strange feeling, reading the posts about this horrible time, continually reminding myself we got Keith back, he fought it and won. Yet, my heart and mind are filled with grueling memories, fear, anxiety, and worry for our future. I would never wish to minimize the suffering and ordeal the last year has been for my husband. And yet this year has literally been the worse year of my life. I feel like I have lost myself in many ways. I have been plagued by anxiety and depression, like never before in my life. I went from working my dream job as an adjunct at a University, a Mom, and a wife that was so happy with her present life. Now, I went back to my old job in communications, which I am incredibly grateful for, but not exactly ...