Two Years

Today marks two years since I heard about Mum’s diagnosis.

I don’t really know what to say. There isn’t really anything to say, I guess. It was the start of the longest, weirdest, 20 months of my life. Mum looked well. I couldn’t compute how she could be so ill and look so well.

One day I’ll write a post about coping with that news. But at the moment I’m struggling with getting my brain to do anything much, so today is not that day. I miss Mum. I miss the person I was two years ago. I desperately want the old me back and my old life back but I know that can’t happen. I will never be the person I was two years ago, because so much has happened and changed, but hopefully I can become a new person, with some of the old spark.

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