It's possible that you've noticed that I'm not blogging as often as I used to, and I'm feeling guilty about it. While I love writing and I'm beyond honored that anyone wants to read what I write, I'm having difficulty finding the time to do my writing. And yes, somehow I find the time to play Words with Friends every day, but my blog has not been taking priority.
Nick's Mom Virginia, who was just here with Rusty on a perfectly wonderful Thanksgiving visit, may have put it best. She suggested that maybe I don't "need" to blog as much anymore. I definitely used blogging as a form of therapy, an outlet of sorts, and now that I'm out of the immediate woods cancer-wise, I'm feeling healthier, body and soul. Looks like I'm allowing myself to ease up on my blogging therapy, I think that's a good thing.
All that said, I am committed to this blog, and I will see it through. The exciting part is that seeing it through might mean that I can be done at the end of the year. I should be able to finish my reconstruction, the tattoos, before year end. That really is my final step in my cancer journey. Of course I am still fearful of recurrence and will always have lingering terror over dying young and leaving my family motherless and lost, but life now is generally tranquil. Putting aside this blog is another step toward normalcy.
But I'm not done yet. I know I left things hanging with my Fembot boobs, my weekend home to visit my Mom, and Virginia and Rusty's Thanksgiving visit. Here's the very brief overview, and I apologize for not doing any of these subjects justice. First, I made it through airport security with limited embarrassment, weird boobs and all. Upon returning home from Wisconsin, my plastic surgeon allowed me to ditch the Madonna boobs, thank God! I even went shopping for pretty new bras. I'm a 36 C! Nipple wise, things are still a bit swollen, but I'm optimistic things will be in good shape a few weeks from now.
My quick trip home to visit my Mom was truly fantastic. I was able to see her perfectly appointed new home and feel a sense of relief that she is settling into her new life, sadly without my Dad. My sisters Claudia and Diane were home too, which gave us an opportunity to be silly and do lots of giggling including our gut busting experiences with oddball airport employee Joseph W. in Milwaukee. We even fit in a visit to the incredible Calatrava designed Milwaukee Art Museum. Thank you Claudia, for this gift of this special trip home.
And our Thanksgiving weekend with Virginia and Rusty was fun and funny. We share a peculiar sense of humor with these two, so weird and comical goings on are the norm. An example? A tiny two-inch baby doll joined us for Thanksgiving dinner. You really don't need to hear more about this, truly. The kids love their grandparents to pieces so the six of us really gel whether we are bobbing in the hot tub, out to dinner at Arribas or hiking the mountains around Boyce Thompson Arboretum. We miss you G.G. and Rusty!
So we are caught up, right? I will continue to blog on a weekly basis through the month of December, but I think it will be pretty brief as I am a Christmas machine and cannot avert much attention away from the ribbons and bows which I adore. And after that? We'll see where this goes. It may be time for me to finally get to work on that Kick it Kiki book. Not a bad idea for a New Year's resolution.