Poems – Tricky
Some things are best remembered, others are best forgotten.
I read an email today of a post from a friend’s myeloma blog. (The post, coincidentally, is dated yesterday). She begins
“Five years ago today our life was totally transformed. I clearly remember sitting in the Consultant’s room… with him telling me…”
I don’t think any more of it, until an hour later when I am walking down the street, and it occurs to me that the (2nd) anniversary of my myeloma diagnosis is approaching too. When was the fateful phone call, I wonder?
And then it strikes me. It was July 17th. Yesterday. Yesterday I was busy flying home from New York. Yesterday I was busy writing something for a client. Yesterday I was talking with builders and architects. Yesterday I was out for pizza with my children. Yesterday, I forgot.
Oh rapture. I can’t tell you how good I feel.