What do I want to tell myself in one year?
I guess at this point it would be;
You now have three years of remission.
How do others get past that? Time? ignore those panic driven moments? I am thankful that they are few and far between… but it, that feeling, hangs there at its ghoul gate waiting to scare me the every chance it gets.
“The year is dying in the night.”
~ Alfred Tennyson