#tbt 11th of August 2014
The day when I woke up for the last time to everything I knew.
The day when I as a 27 year old girl left my home in the morning for a random office day and came home a couple of hours later, diagnosed with cancer.
The day when we bought a watermelon big as hell for almost no money at all, and ate it all.
This picture was taken a couple of days later, right before me and Niclas left Malta for two weeks of vacation that turned into 7 months of hospital visits, chemotherapy, surgeries, radio chemotherapy, anxiety and tears. I can't deny that I am a little bit fragile today. Especially since heaven got another little shining star this Monday.
But also, it's huge that two years has gone by and I'm still alive - but not just alive, I'm living life again. I'm all aware of how fragile life is, that we are only humans - and that humans do kick ass. That's really worth hash tagging with #tbt and so worth celebrating.
