Five years ago, we were waiting to hear from the doctors.
They were going to tell us whether I had cancer.
And, if I had cancer, they were going to tell me which form of cancer I had.
Five years ago, the doctors came back with serious faces.
It was cancer.
Hepatoblastoma - liver cancer.
Five years ago, they started discussing chemotherapy plans and treatment options.
Five years ago, the oncologists sent us home for the June long weekend.
Chemotherapy would start after the long weekend.
Five years ago, I was a baby 13 months old. I was chubby.
I was sick.
Five years later, I'm older and taller and thinner and stronger.
(The June long weekend is a very big post traumatic stress disorder trigger (PTSD).)