Not sure why boys need to get quite so specific, especially with someone else’s stuff (see post below).  However, like pregnancy, breast cancer and treatment seem to shine a bright light on just about everything about my body, so what the heck.  At first diagnosis I was saying ‘never have my breasts caused such a sensation’.   Now whomever reads this knows I have an exhaust system.

The phyiscality of it all gets tiresome.  For someone who has gone through many, many years with a body that was not calling much attention to itself at all, I find the constant awareness of body a drag at times.  Being able to laugh it off, especially after a heavy Sunday, is a blessing, I must say.  Thanks B.

When pregnant, the attention was excited and so many people wanted to touch the orb.  Now under the influence of chemo, so many have been willing to just let me rest my head on their shoulders at a whim. (like on the bleachers at a soccer game) I get compliments from the brave on my choice of doo rag.  And then there are others who just think it is terrific that I’m even trying to be an active mom.  Validation is such a cool thing.  But darn the whole idea that medicine that is supposed to help me heal, is also ravaging through all of my body like a wildfire at times, so that I don’t even recognize normal things like hunger.

Stacking wood when one feels able is also a cool thing and can get the eye back on the prize and out of the discomfort of the moment.  Thank heavens for silly boys and piles of split wood.  Today is a better day.