I don’t know if I will ever return to celebrating Aug. 19. I think the weight of the day gets heavier with each passing year, as I live out the ramifications of my diagnosis for the remaining 364 days of the year. Perhaps my new tradition will be to simply continue living my crazy, beautiful, disabled life, and use that anniversary to privately count my blessings and pat myself on the back for all that I have overcome in the days, weeks, months, and years since Aug. 19, 2013.

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