Recovery

I'm very pleased to report my Mother seems to be doing really well. The surgery, although long and painful to those sitting in a waiting room all day, went well. My mother seems truly unconcerned about losing a breast to cancer. To her, all she cares about is whether or not they removed any and everything that could possibly conceal any more cancer. I've personally always wanted a bit more padding for the bra area offered to set up a 3 for two special with a local implant doctor and she sighed, laughed and asked why in the world would she need to replace something she didn't even really care about. Perplexed I guess I was. I myself have always dreamed of filling out a nice Victoria Secret bra the way they are "meant" to be filled. But she says she's just fine and not feeling "lacking" in that arena. So I guess if I ever do it, it would be for my own selfish reasons and I couldn't use her situation as an excuse crutch. Yikes, that sounds really bad. I guess in my quest for information I read that most women felt "lacking as a female" after breast cancer surgery. But not my mother. Although I should have known something as cosmetic as a breast is, wouldn't be a true concern of hers. If depth could be measured she'd be miles deep. Never has shown much interest in "material" things, "cosmetic" things, "surface" things. She strolls along, does things that make her happy, crafting, creating, reading, busy busy.

I myself am feeling a bit better this week. Last week I'd like to forget, this coming week I'm looking forward too.  Curiosity got the better of me today and I dusted of the lbs weigher <is that a word?> I thought something was up over the last week, my pants and skirts are sliding off my hips, 10 lbs lost over what I'd guess the last month or so. Stress, lol what a diet. With all the hectic surrounding my life the last two months I failed to realise we are now into November and the holidays are just around the corner. I'm hoping with glorious Thanksgiving coming I'll fully have my appetite back. I have so much to be thankful this year. I have so much to look at, appreciate and be grateful  for. I look forward to the food of course, but alas, it's the Thanksgiving ads that get me really excited. Yes, I am one of "those people" who jostle ourselves out of bed at 5 in the morning on the quest for the all mighty great purchase. Tis the thrill of the hunt. Plus I think I have an extra craving for it this year because I've completed neglected shopping, especially the therapeutic type because I've been so overwhelmingly busy.

Things are feeling fresh and alive again. Which is always a wonderful thing. Just when you think the light at the end of tunnel has been stamped out, you see a flicker of hope and light and it starts to glow brighter.