Disclaimer:

I didn’t find it horrible when I was losing hair during radiotherapy. Equally, I wasn’t particularly bothered when a nurse shaved my head before the surgery.

BUT

Today, I put hair in a ponytail. First time in more than a year. It was quite emotional not because the bloody hair won’t finally fall into my eyes but because what it means. It’s been over a year since I thought I would die, and I’m still here. Strange. Surprising. Beautiful.

I learnt to be grateful for small things and this made my day today. What has made yours?