|It was October 7th, 2009.
Mark and I stood waiting for an elevator at the Women’s Breast Health Centre. We’d just left our first post-diagnosis appointment.
“Nine months of treatment, Mark. It’s a pregnancy,” I ventured hopefully.
And thus began my Me-ternity.
|Yesterday marked the end of that nine months.
The good news is, I didn’t even notice.
|Happy, happy day.|