2010. To be honest, it's difficult to believe I made it. By any calculation, I shouldn't be here. So, what - sheer dumb luck? Seems that way. At this exact moment I feel like anything is possible, and perhaps it is.
In a few days I hit a significant anniversary - 10 years. I wear my scars on the outside; they are visible for everyone to see. But even 10 years later I am still not ashamed of them, because they prove that I survived. I got through it the only way I knew how, and no, it's not pretty to look at, but I'm still standing and I'm only slightly worse for the wear.
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