I'm in Dallas for a quick trip. Actually, I had a doctor's appointment. No skirt today, but I feel compelled to write.
Six years ago to the day, I had my right ovary removed. Three weeks later I started chemotherapy. So here we are, exactly six years later...
I'm healthy, happy, uncertain about a lot of things, but I'm taking chances; figuring some stuff out.
And as the great Pam says, "life is fragile, death is certain."
Life is never what you expect it to be... it's what you make it.