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2017

It's pretty safe to say that this past year sucked, in many, many ways. 2017 was the hardest year of my life. There were some times when I felt like it would just never end, but lo and behold, here we finally are at 2018. Yes, it's just a small number change on the date, but symbolically it feels like a big deal to me. It's a blank slate, a new page, a fresh start.

Today in particular, January 10th, means a lot to me. January 10th, 2017 was the day that I first went the hospital. I remember that day perfectly, from what I was doing that afternoon to what I was thinking about on the car ride over to what homework I was supposed to do that night. I remember it all so well it almost scares me.

Today is a big day because it means that it has been a full year since everything began. It means that every day going forward can potentially remind me of the days from last year. At the same time, though, it also means that every day going forward can start to replace the days from last year in my mind. I feel like I'm finally in the clear now, really, truly.

As I mentioned before, and as can be gleaned by reading any other post of mine or by knowing literally anything about me, 2017 was the worst. There were some pockets of wonderful moments scattered in between, however. Being with my friends and family, getting to be in school shows last year, coming back to school this year—there were some rays of sunshine among the muck. The biggest, of course, is becoming cancer free. 

Another moment that deserves to be on that list is January 10th, 2017. I mean, it was pretty horrible when it was actually happening, but in retrospect it saved my life. I always used to call that my last normal day, but it really only hit the pause button for a while.

I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm grateful for 2017 as a whole, but I'm grateful for January 10th, 2017, and I'm incredibly grateful for the year's end result. I'm happy it's over. I'm happy it's January 10th, 2018.

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  1. UnknownJanuary 11, 2018 at 9:00 AM

    Callie, the day is extremely vivid for me too. I never cease to be awed by your strength and grace. I love you so much and am so honored and glad to be by your side no matter what. ❤️

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