Moulting away on the thin ice of a new day

Ted just looked at me and said, "you know what today is, right?". I searched my brain and said, "yup, it's May 4th". "No no, it's been a year since time stood still". He was right, my first angiosarcoma diagnosis came one year ago today. I wish I could go back in time and give that scared little girl a hug and tell that scared little boy that it was going to be ok, no matter what. I feel like we've changed so much that we should have a matching set of moulted skin hanging in the closet as reminders of how much we've grown.