Geeze, if there was a way to screw up making a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich, leave it to me.
This is my post, deep from my heart that I got stupid and put in "pets".
My new made up word is bull honkey.
Being that I have a very bad memory, I am going to write it down and tape it on the wall.
It is a conglomeration of everything not acceptable, now in the " rule book of Carol".
I flunked a mammogram AGAIN. Kinda sorta. The tech was wincing and making squinty faces and this is not my first rodeo.
I am not afraid- just that Ohhhhh Mannnnnnn here we go again! The tests hurt but not the breast cancer that I had removed previously. I can't complain- they gave me 6 years and I am on numero 7 AND I laugh at death. Or maybe that giggle is escaping gas- who cares- it is still a giggle. I now have a grandson that I love dearly. Before I was worried
about putting my family thru through the "Fight" but now with that little man, my grandson, "Mr. Wonderful", I plan to fight and live forever! Yippee for me!
Shoot, I already lost my "bull honkey" paper! When going thru a terrifying ordeal, clinging to a dumb word makes a good day. Cancer isn't painful- it's the treatment. Cancer doesn't hurt but it's terrifying.
This is my hopeful request--PLEASE PRAY FOR ME!!!! You wonderful people are all I have.
