"breast cancer made me a shallower person"

Too freaking funny.

I'm procrastinating and need to pack but caught up on-line checking out stuff. I found this. Wonderful!

http://www.miriamengelberg.com/index.htm

what's transition

We're moving, finally. The house is nearly packed and the truck will come on Saturday. Transition. Transition is a funny place to be. Because truly all we have is NOW. Transition is waiting for tomorrow or not giving up yesterday. There is no transition, if you're in the now. Or there is always transition--time doesn't stand still. OK, I'm waxing philosophically. No time for that, I've got boxes to pack.

I flew up to meet my Buffalo oncologist at Roswell Park. His recommendations are completely different than Johns Hopkins. Crap. He wants to do more surgery--axilla node dissection (isn't 8 lymphnodes enough?), no chemo, radiation and horomonal therapy. JH's tumor board says no more surgery, chemo, radiation and hormonal therapy. This means I might have to fight for chemo in Buffalo. I want to believe Buffalo oncologist. I want to say, "Great, I don't have to be the bald mom at the parent teacher conference. Or be in bed wishing I could parent my kids during this "transition"." But, it seems negligent. I'm going to fight for poison to course through my veins... watch me ROAR!!!!! I think. I want to do the right thing and it's not clear what that is yet.