Note to self: Next time, use HANDLE to grab soldering iron. Strike that. Next time, no soldering iron.
How To Repair A Broken Tiara

Note to self: Next time, use HANDLE to grab soldering iron. Strike that. Next time, no soldering iron.
Hug your own babies, or grandbabies, or nephews and nieces and consider what a blessing it is that we have our health (mostly), and wonderful people we love in this crazy world.
Be kind. The next time some jerk cuts you off in traffic, consider the possibility that they may be rushing to the bedside of a very sick loved one. If you have a surly teenager in your classroom, consider that she may be in trouble, rather than a troublemaker.
I think the key, at least for myself, is not expecting even Cancer-Lite to be an easy ride, but to create plans for “okay, sometimes it’s gonna suck; how am I going to get through the wobbly bits?”
Things change, sometimes dramatically, when we shine a different light on them.
My breasts have always been an important part of my womanly identity. Waiting impatiently for them to appear (I was a “Pirate’s Dream” – flat as a plank – till I was almost 14). Flaunting the girls, once they did grow in. Nursing my baby with them. My breasts are an important part of my sex life to this day. Will I really be me, if I have to sacrifice part of a breast, all of a breast, or both of them?