My last post was Monday, and now here it is Friday. I need more blogging time! And I have a confession. One of the reasons I haven't blogged as much this week was because, for a week, I stopped participating in my own Round Robin class. The second I no longer had a writing partner, I began slacking off on doing my daily writes, which often evolve into blog posts. I told myself I'd just "rest" for one day. But the one day became two, then three. . . and then a week. I told myself that this happened because I am Such a Very Busy Person Plus I Have Breast Cancer! Well, I am a very busy person, and I do have breast cancer, but that's not why it happened. It happened because I chose, more than once, to spend my time doing things that weren't as productive, creative or satisfying to me as writing would have been. I watched reruns of TV shows that I already knew by heart, for example (Judging Amy). Go figure. So. I'm climbing back up onto the wagon.
I'll see you later, with tales of my last doctor's appointment — this time an "anthrosophical" doctor. On my horizon: Iscador treatments (mistletoe), digitalis, tons of sauerkraut & anything else that has been fermented, and maybe even "spatial dynamics." Who knew that something as terrifying as cancer could lead to so many interesting changes? A day doesn't go by that I'm not exploring something new, something better, something heathier, something happier. I haven't forgotten about the darker possibilities of recurrences, relapses, distant metastases. They're there. Always there. But I'm loving all that I've been learning lately. And I owe it all to a little cell in my breast that went haywire.