School, boobs and stuff

So, I am taking classes this spring and one of them is online.  It is in an area which really interests me - web 2.0 and education.  Part of one of the assignments is to do a blog or invite the class to a blog that I am doing.  I go back and forth.  I guess I could invite them here....it is in open web 2.0 space....and alert them "crazy chick going through cancer and may say things not appropriate for viewers!".  

OK, enough of that.  Actually - just a comment.  I have found that I have not taken the time to stop and smell the roses.  Not sure if it is just me, but I want to do more - push the limit.  Which is not good for the ol immune system.

Here are my recent thoughts - someone was told that they have breast cancer today.  Someone was told that they will die soon, someone was told that they will live.  What is life?  I got my one boob squeezed today.  It was my 6 month check up.  The gal who did the mammogram started with "I noticed that Dr. Smith only ordered a mammogram for the right boob...and I think it is important to look at them both."  My emotions were between anger and fear.  I am glad she could not see the thought bubble on top of my head.  "Hey chicky poo - I don't have a left boob and you not getting close to it...don't you read the charts...." then, her only comment was that they were going to a "paperless" system and there was no indication of a TRAM on the left side.  Foolish I say - look at my frickin' folder - it is an inch tall!!!!  And so it goes, another day of just the smallest thing that just should not happen.  If it is happening to me, it is happening to others.  And on another note, going and getting a mammogram done is just plain scary at this point, I am ready to say take it off please!!!!

One of my cousins has concerns after a mammogram.  She mentioned, isn't funny after all of these years it take our boobs to get us communicating.  She also went thru some infertility stuff and see, I bet that is connected.  All of the drugs, hormones etc. pumped into our system.

I think it is finally time for me to get my hair trimmed.  It is looking a little funny in the back.  As quick as I am to say I am going to grow it longer, I like the short funky style - as long as I don't look like a boy.  

Enough for today - maybe more sooner than later.

Peace be with you.