So I had "the" mother of all scares over the past couple weeks. The "c" word scare. Let me tell you, it wasn't fun. Luckily the doctor acted quickly and got the ball rolling, but that didn't mean I didn't have plenty of time to think. Especially driving in a car for 12 hours thinking about things. Thinking about if I really did have breast cancer what would that mean. How much it would change my life. Would it be early would it be advanced. God forbid, would I die. If it wasn't cancer (thank God it wasn't) how I needed to take better care of myself health wise and get back in the getting healthy groove. How I need to get weight off, my cholesterol and blood pressure down because I don't want to die young. I realize we are not guaranteed to live another day, but it was a real wake up call that I'm basically playing Russian Roulette with my life by not taking care of myself. My summer is going great. I can keep my b...
There comes a time in your life when they tell you that you're too old to play with dolls. I want my damn Barbies back!