Friday, July 17, 2015


I have a date for the surgery. The 28th of July and my breast will be lopped off. Good riddance. It didn't show up until I was in my 50s and then it decided to give me trouble with an earlier cancer.

So good bye, farewell, adios, adéu, and let the door hit you on the way out. I'll lock it behind you.


  1. Thank you for your words and thoughts. Sending you love and hugs (gentle ones)

  2. My goodness! Glad to know your not too attached to that troublemaker! Went for my own mammogram last week. Thought of you...