I have spent a lot of time looking at old pictures of myself and wondering if I will be that person again. I feel as though I don’t look anything like the girl in those photos and it makes me feel a twinge of sadness. Most of my time is spent dwelling on the superficial. My hair is so long! I had eyebrows! I miss my eyelashes! I am happy to report that all three are starting to grow back, but I’ve got miles to go before I look like the person in this pic again.
What I do know is that on the inside, I haven’t changed. I want to take this time to be an even better version of myself and not let this experience taint me. I don’t want to live in fear that this is going to come back. I don’t want to be scared every time I have a blood test or a scan. I don’t want to be worried over every little ache and pain.
All of that is way easier said than done. Still, I have this feeling that I am going to be just fine.