Today I feel ok.  I’m still not pushing my left side, I don’t want to have it pull again, but I’m so ready to have all this stuff off.   I’m not ready however, to see what it looks like.  There’s so many levels to this that I wonder if I’ll get through all of them.

I watched the last half of a documentary today about a family of women in Canada that had breast cancer.  I couldn’t really relate to the person who did it except for the fact that she didn’t want to pass on the fear.  There’s no special test to tell if you will get breast cancer, but having a family full of it is a strong indicator.  Still…some women in my family won’t get it and for that, I’m happy.