A year ago today, I thought I knew what my future had in store.
A year ago, I stepped into the shower like any other day.
A year ago, my long hair dripped water on knotty pine floors as I ran to get another opinion.
A year ago, someone hugged me, reassured me, and was scared with me.
A year ago, I told myself I was young and healthy and being sick was impossible.
A year ago, I realized I could be dying faster than anyone I knew.
A year ago, I lay awake on my back, wondering what was next, if my life’s assumed trajectory was changing.
A year ago, thankfully, I didn’t know what my future had in store.