Raising children is harder than beating cancer...

I love my kids more than anything, but there are days I want to just slip away. Remember those Calgon commercials? I think I should do rum commercials! "Rum and coke, take me away!" Of course, it is easy to say that considering I drink maybe twice a year. I guess my question to all of you bloggers is, how do you make them listen? If I didn't know better, my guess would be that they can't hear. Anyway, they are in bed and that rum and diet coke is really sounding good right now!

Radiation is going well. I have had my 10th treatment, so for all of you math flunkies, I only have 23 to go! It may sound like a lot to the average joe, but for we radiation junkies it isn't that much. My skin still looks great and my implant isn't in my shoulder, so all and all things are going fantastic. In fact, I am becoming quite bored. I am finally feeling good, I am not working, and it is too damn hot to walk up here in North County. So, I am up for lunch dates that keep me out of Target!

I am attending my first young survivors meeting tomorrow night. I am looking forward to it. It will be nice to meet new friends that have been there. I tend to write with humor and even joke about everything when I see people, but the truth is this sucks. I get busy in my life and sometimes forget about cancer, but then I have those moments of truth. Will I be here to watch my girls grow up? Watch them graduate, get married, meet my grandkids? I know I have my Dream Team of doctors and I have been and will continue to fight like hell, but those thought cross my mind. Most of the time, I have those thoughts on the radiation table. It pretty much throws reality in your face. Thank God those treatments are only about 6 minutes! Anyway, I just know when I go to that meeting, even if those moments of truths aren't discussed, I will know that everyone in that room has had them. I guess in a way that makes us all sisters.