I could blog for hours and not find the words to tell you how joyous I am that there is still no cancer. Every year when it is time for my mammogram (it was more frequent than that up to this point) I become very stressed and scared. I hope that fades over time. And, when I am stressed, I EAT! I was doing quite well at not eating when I was full, but that went out the window a couple of weeks before my appointment again.
Many things are still how I would not like them. We are not financially strong. I am hoping to eventually make a living from my books and my art, but also know I may be going back to work for awhile. We also doubt that retirement will ever happen.
I still hurt like hell in my muscles. Separate issue from cancer. After years of that I doubt it will suddenly disappear. Looking for a job that fits my needs (note that I did not say wants) is difficult. I hurt. A lot. I also need time to write and paint.
I am still fat. Until I hit my 40's I never thought I would be even a little overwieght. Life is just full of surprises.
I still feel confused when one book reviewer sympathizes with Gastien, saying he can't catch a break and another says there was no conflict in the book, that things were too easy for him. I have learned (almost) not to let it bother me, but it is still puzzling. How do two people see things so differently?
I get frustrated with lack of time, lack of discipline, and lack of money. But you know what? None of it matters today, not even a little bit. Nope. I could care less. Because, today, I found out that I am still cancer free.