In the market a couple days ago, I spied a Lobster Roll sammitch in the cold-case. Given the price, that's an item I'd NEVER buy ready-made, doesn't fit my living-on-the-cheap lifestyle. But I thought, "I should allow myself to eat a Lobster Sandwich." Totally.  A topline luxury I'd never otherwise think of, but one I gifted myself with. It felt wicked-good to have such a decadent treat; it tasted gloriously salty-sea & tender-sweet all at once. Lots of happy munching. I gave myself permission to buy it, spent a couple more bucks than I normally would but it was delish and I enjoyed it supremely.  I think one needs to allow for treats like that occasionally when you're going through scary stuff. I'm not about to lose my mind and start ordering Foie Gras (no matter how much I love it) or anything-- but once in a while?----Yes, absolutely Lobster Sandwiches.      I will allow for the possibility of Lobster Sammitches. I'd forgotten how ...

So, it was a week after the biopsy and I was feeling like being more mobile, had trouble lifting/raising my right arm there for several days but nothing I couldn't deal with. I finally couldn't put off going to the market any longer, so off I trundled to the store. I found all the items on my list and went to the register to get in line for checkout. The lines were jammed, lots of afternoon shoppers. ( no matter what time of day I go, this always seems to be the case). In front of me were two women, each had a cart heavy-loaded with groceries. One woman, a brunette, was already in line standing patiently waiting; the other, a blonde, came hurriedly at the brunette and pushed her cart, saying " I saw this spot first , you get OUT of my way!!". I was instantly alarmed, panicky-felt I should jump in and keep them from going at each other.  I was all ready to yell "DON'T FIGHT! I HAVE CANCER!!!", then the two women started laughing, and I realized with ...

I was sitting in my comfy womb-esque downstairs studio, working in Impasto Oils on a rose for my beautiful Daughter-In-Law's Mother when the call came. My heart sank to my ankles when I saw the caller ID; it was the hospital calling with results of my biopsy. I'd had an abnormal mammogram back in August, a tiny spot, they said...nothing to get excited about;  "We're just going to watch it for now and you come back for a repeat mammogram in January".     I honestly wasn't worried; it didn't make even the littlest wrinkle in my brain. Like a good patient, I went back for my follow-up mammogram January 23rd, 2018.  I noticed the tech, a very kind lady, taking multiple views of the same area. My RN brain started sending out alerts. I'm like, nah...let's don't get all paranoid here. Then the tech left the room but left me sitting in the room.      That never happened before. Usually they have you go out in the special private lounge to wait ...