Life is an unpredictable whirlwind that picks up and throws anything it wants at you at any given time. Just when you think you’ve just about balanced out your physical and emotional hurdles, it throws something new at you. 

You like to think that the breeze is finally light, the air is nice and crisp and maybe things have settled. And then suddenly a cow is thrown past you and you’re sucked into the vortex. 

Please tell me that the other things I’ve thought to have finally gotten through in my life won’t come back to whollop me in the face either! Does anything you fix stay the way you need it to? 

The new aggravations being hurled at you, when the old ones suddenly come at your back, you end up spiraling down and it feels as if you’ll never stop. 

This is my life now. I think I’m growing a phobia of being happy. When I’m happy, something happens. When I think I’ve got something to hold on to, it’s yanked away. When I think I’ve sewed up all of the wounds, the stitching comes lose. 

I know I’m not alone in this. Join me on this ride called life. We can have tea and cookies in the whirlwind. 

Until then…



I have to check my stitching this morning because unfortunately my boyfriend moves while he dreams and he elbowed me in my “bad breast” as we call it. It’s not his fault, but he won’t stop apologizing. 

This update has been short, but I need to check on it still. My follow-up appointment is tomorrow.

Until then!

Weekend Is Not Long Enough


How I loathe thee.

Where everything starts up again and I have to attempt to go about my every day life while still minding my stitches. 

It hasn’t been easy. I can’t pick up heavy things, I can’t reach or stretch too far one way or another. I can’t press things to my chest. I can’t move my arm too vigorously. (No tickling the kids, then…)

So what can I do? Apparently watch everyone do it for me and then whine about it.

Can someone just take me out for some Chinese and let me curl up all fat and happy? I think that would be best right now.