I'm tired, really, really tired. I'd planned to write more tonight and include pix, etc. It won't happen tonight. But today has to be marked as the one year anniversary of my bilateral mastectomies. I was bald as a baby's butt, and went into the hospital this date with boobs and came home a few days later without them. Rather than being sad, I like to focus on the fact that I'm ALIVE and apparently healthy. I have high cholesterol, but who doesn't? I'll work on it.
Blessings upon my surgeon, all the doctors that have treated me so kindly and with such respect over this past year. (Well all but the plastic surgeon who treated me like a number on an assembly line, but his resident did excellent work on my scar revision.) Blessings to all the nurses, the staff and especially my daughter who treated me so kindly and gently during my recovery. Blessings to my son-in-law and daughter for hosting me during several recoveries this past year -- allowing my poor assaulted body to live with them in their house while they had a new baby and everything. I'm thankful to all my cyberfriends, my colleagues, my friends, my family and my parish who honored me in so many ways, but particularly by supporting me in raising funds for the 3-day Walk, keeping God reminded of my peril and sending food, love and positive energy, cards and cards, and more cards. All that love has left a permanent imprint onmy heart. Thank you all. My survival is due to a whole host of people and I'm grateful to all who did anything to support me. Thank you. Thank you so very much.