Another "Year". Another Day. Another Fear.
A year ago today, I experienced the single most romantic moment of my entire relationship with Ryan. I was sitting at Ruby Tuesday’s with my mum and her sister and brother waiting for him to arrive. He walked in a few moments after I had settled in, went straight past the empty seat, and literally picked me up out of my chair with the most incredible hug ever. Ryan’s not the most outwardly affectionate person who ever lived and he’s definitely not PUBLICLY affectionate, like, ever. The reason for this display of affection was the results we got, a year ago today, of what I hope is my LAST ever PET scan. The “no more cancer” results. Weird to think it’s now OFFICIALL been a year since we officially got the official news. The reason Ryan was so overwhelmed with happiness that he was so uncharacteristically openly affectionate is that on that day, it was “over”. I was cured. It was like getting the go ahead to return to and procee...