Best of the Worst

It's official. I have DCIS - very early stage cancer, very small, very treatable. However, whenever you hear the "C" word, it invokes sheer terror. I am fortunate that I will only have to endure 6 weeks of radiation. I have an MRI this Saturday and as long as there are no surprises, that is my treatment. As much as I didn't want to join this club, I am among women who have had to suffer much worse. For that, and all my friends, I am grateful.

So...looking on the bright side...I will be getting my first tattoo...who knew? Little tiny dots they tattoo on your boob. Might catch on as a trend. Perhaps I'll request a more interesting design.

It has been a very strange couple of months - you have cancer, no just kidding, oops maybe, oh yeah sort of...what would attorney Jim Sokolove say? Oh, nevermind...

Now that I'm starting to wrap my hands around all this - it's a process - I promise to write daily or as close to it as possible. Thanks for those of you who have stayed loyal.

Back to the nonsense of life...

-Sue