Normal. (?) (!) (....)

I've gone to work for most of the past two days--woo-hoo.
I'm really not "normal" as predicted by the title. My right breast feels like a 15 pound water balloon--actually more like 25 pounds by 5:00 PM. However, my brain haze is dissipating to a large degree--my apathy is a little slower! Will I ever want to hear the din of work-whining again? (I think not..............)

I am humbled daily by the good will of my fellow humans. I've discovered two of the loveliest ladies in Cumberland are fellow Johns Hopkins breast warriors--with the very same surgeon. I can't tell you how I feel to stand beside two such formidable, beautiful survivors. I CAN DO THIS. One of the ladies invited me to join a committee of planners for a fall breast cancer walk and fundraiser. I want to turn this around and start to help others--so the answer is yes.
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Unrelated opinion--may I tell you how impossibly sick I am of the Michael Jackson death-a-thon and the Sarah Palin melt-a-thon. There is no one on the planet more delighted to see Palin withering like the Wicked Witch of the West (or disappearing like the polar ice cap--take that neocons!), but good grief--shut up already, Sarah-Victim-Queen, and all the pundits, right, left and other.

Could we put a feed of NPR on every channel, 24-7? That's my kind of news.

I'm just cranky that Jacko and Wacko stole the thunder from Governor Sanford--now that was entertainment. May my breasts someday inspire such poetry.