October Is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

At lunch, I took a walk to blow off steam.  No …  I was sad.  I took a walk to shake the cobwebs from my soul.  Today will forever be known as sad sack Monday.  My fictional short will follow eventually.

Anyhoo, as I made my laps around the level 5 parking garage, I read a FB article.  Walking and reading made me dizzy and that’s why I cannot remember the whole thing.  That and my memory ain’t what it used to be.

The title was eight myths about breast cancer.  The two myths I remember are:

  • wearing antiperspirants causes breast cancer
  • wearing a bra causes breast cancer

Oh and as I write this I remembered one more

  • only people with a family history get breast cancer

I will elaborate on the first two.  I quit wearing deodorant when Lisa Scottoline wrote that she did.  That is also when I quit wearing a bra.  Because Lisa Scottoline wrote she biked braless and that it was ok to do so!  In a recently Modern Family episode, Claire went braless to a Steely Dan concert.  Lol!

Now I know what you’re thinking?  I sure do.  You’re thinking, Hmmm …  🙂

If you know me in “real” life, you’re trying to remember the last time you saw me.  And if you saw me recently, you’re trying to picture what I was wearing.  While trying to remember what I was wearing, you try to determine if I was braless and stinky.  Lol!  No worries, I am only braless and stinky on the weekends.  I jest … not really, kind of, maybe??!?

And this is no joke.  Breast cancer is serious stuff.  My mother had a mastectomy when I was in 2nd grade.  I wrote about that experience here.  It’s why I have had a regular mammogram more many years … a baseline at age 35 and annually since I was 40.  I even spring the extra these days for the 3-D version.  Stingy insurance was supposed to pay after that first year but not yet … .maybe not ever.  Shame on you insurance company that shall remain nameless.  I believe am worth the extra $75 dollars even if you don’t!

As always, more to come.



Silly Buddy

I may have mentioned that Spot  hurt his paw the other day. And I spent time outdoors in the mud with my boy. He’s all better but when I go out this afternoon to feed them, Buddy is limping … same back paw, same limp. But nothing is wrong.  That silly dog … he’s faking and trying to be like his brother.   I think he just wanted attention. 

Yes that’s an old picture. But it makes me happy to look at it. And I need to be happy right now.

Personal Growth

At 8:40 a.m. CST, Monday October 16, 2017, I received a phone call that shook me to my core.  If this call had occurred earlier on my road to turning over a new leaf, I would have completely lost it.  

Today I practiced all the tips.  Almost on autopilot too. I felt myself tear up but quickly regained a sense of calm.  Crying is good but wouldn’t have changed anything.  I can still feel empathy and utterly lost without a dramatic meltdown.  

Man folks! Life sucks.  Everyone has a story. This one will be turned into short fiction.  I need to release the hounds.  

As always more to come.