@Roberta,
Hey Boida...
ahhhhhhh... well, I've locked myself up this weekend... and sat with silence, musing.
I keep thinking... it's not so bad! When I look in the mirror - I wonder "who am I" when it just keeps coming at me... not just health... the whole kaboodle. Then I realise.... "that's me"... it is what is? My problems don't come close to the severity of others, like a cheetah gal I know who copes with BigC and headhurts - so I should be grateful that my deals are nuisance values.
I haven't told anyone here until today - a girl friend dropped by as I hadn't been answering the phone, told her, showed her, kinda felt it a bit better then. We didn't talk about it all, which was fine. She didn't really know what to say with everything else that's going on too. But that's alright.
I'm sailing a Pirate Ship on A2K so I got to thinking that being Pirates, we're supposed to have buried treasure chests... so I'm going with the positive "it's going to be good treasure they cut out of the chest" and it will all work out coco in the end.
The nasty one is literally above my heart so t'will be a good scar to recall when it's done and dusted. The other nasty-ish is right in the middle.... but, not sure if he will remove that one. The other lesion littlies are dotted around, mainly on my back. Can't see them, only feel them, so, what I can't see, I don't have to face just yet.
Thanku gal. Keep on keeping on. x