Well today is the day. A year ago at this time I was scared out of my mind and had no idea what the future held for me. Now I know I may go tomorrow for some reason but it won't be due to breast cancer. I have been released from my plastic surgeon with good results. I do still have the tatooing left (in case anyone wanted to know) but that is just a minor office procedure. I joined a gym this summer in attempt to get in shape again and try to make friends with my new reoriented lat muscles as breast implant holders. It is a very odd and unnatural feeling, but one that will feel normal soon enough. I have to say that this summer so far is leaps and bounds above last.
This particularly has been a big week. On Monday we sold our Cambray house and closed the deal. One house payment is good, but that house holds many dear memories to me. Next to my parents house, it is the only other place I have lived in for an extended period of time. Oh well, moving on...Tuesday I had an interview with the asst. superintendent for human resources in Rogers Schools to discuss a job there. I accepted feeling as if I really needed a change and an opportunity to stretch my professional skills. I have learned so much working in Springdale and hated delivering the bad news to my supervisors on Wednesday. They wished me well. This brings me to today, which was typical so far for this summer, but I felt a tug at my heart knowing what I was hearing and facing on this day last year.
Master Noah is in full blown 2 year old mode. He wakes go and blowing immediately. His two favorite words are no and mine. He tests the limit constantly and he sometimes beats us. His current favorite "I am two here me roar game" is throwing his dinner dishes off his chair tray along with his utensils and sippy cup. Hitting is also a recent problem, but he quickly apologizes by touching you ever so sweetly and saying "sawie, Momma". Oh yeah, and then he thinks its all better. So this a battle I am constantly applying my behaviorism and psychology on him. Poor kid.
Chad's granddad is in the hospital and is recovering from surgery. It might be cancer and we are waiting to hear the final word. Chad is going for a short visit tomorrow. Please say a prayer for Papaw.
This particularly has been a big week. On Monday we sold our Cambray house and closed the deal. One house payment is good, but that house holds many dear memories to me. Next to my parents house, it is the only other place I have lived in for an extended period of time. Oh well, moving on...Tuesday I had an interview with the asst. superintendent for human resources in Rogers Schools to discuss a job there. I accepted feeling as if I really needed a change and an opportunity to stretch my professional skills. I have learned so much working in Springdale and hated delivering the bad news to my supervisors on Wednesday. They wished me well. This brings me to today, which was typical so far for this summer, but I felt a tug at my heart knowing what I was hearing and facing on this day last year.
Master Noah is in full blown 2 year old mode. He wakes go and blowing immediately. His two favorite words are no and mine. He tests the limit constantly and he sometimes beats us. His current favorite "I am two here me roar game" is throwing his dinner dishes off his chair tray along with his utensils and sippy cup. Hitting is also a recent problem, but he quickly apologizes by touching you ever so sweetly and saying "sawie, Momma". Oh yeah, and then he thinks its all better. So this a battle I am constantly applying my behaviorism and psychology on him. Poor kid.
Chad's granddad is in the hospital and is recovering from surgery. It might be cancer and we are waiting to hear the final word. Chad is going for a short visit tomorrow. Please say a prayer for Papaw.
