I started up the great scan project again this evening. After about four years of sporadic efforts, I figure I’ve got about eighty percent of our old school picts digitized.
I was just going through the old Conner album when a stray thought gave me a smack… I should have gotten some pictures at the hospital, and of my chemotherapy pump. You may think it’s a horrible idea, and I can assure you I would have scoffed at the idea while it was going on… but now? Now I’d like some proof it really happened. It’s only been a month, but it hardly seems real anymore.
The things you survive are supposed to make you stronger (or so “they” say), but is it still true if you’re rapidly repressing all of the memories?