Mixed

There's lots of mixes in the world. Cake mixes. Bread mixes. Spice mixes. Remixes. My daughter's fashion style comprises of mixing stripes, polkadots, and animal patterns in one outfit. Very colorful and very much like her great-grandmother on my momma's side. I learned from her that it's ok to wear rainbow plaid with black and white horsetooth. And polyester is the choice of fabric for fine ladies everywhere. She rocked.

This past week has been painful. You all know I had surgery on Tuesday. I don't know if all of you were aware that I was having a biopsy done on my thyroid. I had a complex issue with the cyst. ew. I know that's gross. Anyways. Friday, I waited patiently enough to get the results. I finally received them at 4:30 in the afternoon. As of today (the same as last 3-24-06) I am cancer free!

Enarda= 2 cancer=0

Booyah!

Few hours later I talked with Yaya (other grandma). She had a biopsy on the same day and was awaiting the prognosis. Guess what. She has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Fuck. Another year. I'm gonna stay positive, but with me getting it, my yoga instructor dying from it, Yaya getting it, and another friend's momma getting it, I'm getting REAL annoyed with our science community not being able to figure out what in the FFFFF is going on.

PA's momma has diabetes and a host of other diseases that make it harder for a 70 YO woman to live life comfortably, and now she gets to add another on the list. However, my momma the Judybat RN said that they've pulled people out of becoming sows' earbags before and they could certainly do it with her.

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Don't ask...I have no clue what that meant exactly. Except that they've done near miracles.

So as you can see my emotions are pretty mixed up right now. I'm not sure how to feel. If I feel relief then I feel like I'm being insensitive. If I start fretting then my stomach and everyone around me suffers. I'm a drama queen at home. Don't tell me how to feel either. I'll get annoyed. I'm just gonna keep my eye out for that bluebird of happiness and maybe its cousin, the redbird of health, will come and stick around for us all this year.

New Years Resolution: less scars more tats

Here I go. About to walk out the door to start my year off. This year I will kick the 84 kinds of ass I was told I kicked last year. I will make sure that the asses are easier to kick. As I see it, I maybe losing a thyroid, but I'm gaining two ta's.