That awful anniversary came and went and I forgot all about it. I guess the trauma is slowly removing itself from the front of my brain. This is a good thing. However, when I close my eyes and let my mind wander there, I can still smell that day. I can still feel the emotions of that day. I can still feel my heart breaking into a million little pieces again. My heart managed to piece itself back together again but not like the way it was before.
Still praying for a cure because even though it's pushed back into my head, it doesn't mean it's disappeared. That CML is still living within my brother. And unfortunately, anything can happen and that scares the living daylights out of me.
I love you, brother.