Roasted boobs

I know I've been quiet for a while, but it's not surprising. We all know about navel gazers, but have your heard the one about the woman with breast cancer who watches her breasts turning the colour of steamed crabs as the radiation slowly kicks in and the preserved breast gets slowly roasted? Well, that's me right now. I just hope I am not going to end up with cracklings!

Otherwise, the week has been uneventful. I've spent most of the time at home, because my big toes have been really bothering me and it was hard to put on walking shoes. It also didn't help that it's getting hard to put on a bra as well and I didn't want to stop traffic with my unbound boobs flip-flopping to my jaunty steps!

I am sustained by the thought that it's only three more weeks and I am done with this phase of the treatment, and then....WATCH OUT WORLD!

I am not fretting, though. I've come out of the mental fog and now notice the lowly roaches that are hatching in the kitchen, thanks to my having ignored the parents for the past 6 months. So, yesterday I've attacked the kitchen cabinets and started an honest-to-goodness spring cleaning in autumn.

I am also going back to the books to finally learn how to use my super-dooper film editing software. It appears I am an antitalent in this direction! I don't seem to be able to get anywhere with it. So, I am trying to use the next three weeks to unblock whatever is stopping me from learning.

I've stopped going to the counselor, because I feel fine in my soul and think that with all those incredible good vibes coming my way, I'll truly weather the storm. Thanks guys.