More thoughts

I seem to have a lot to say today, it's Sunday and Whitney and William are trying to fix the car outside (Whit backed into a palm tree in our front driveway) and watch Nick play xbox live, wow, it's interesting listening to him chat with his friends.

I'm not sad, I'm scared (not of dying-when I refer to being scared I NEVER mentally go there or mean that) there are so many possibilities of what I could react to, what might happen, etc. if your my friend or family and your reading this, you already know if some freaky thing can happen, it will happen to me. Maybe I've already covered that with the TNBC (triple negative breast cancer) I hope so.

I am absolutely sure of one thing: when you tell someone in person you have breast cancer, they stare at your boob. Teresa says it's like they are waiting for a monster to jump out of your breast, I agree. Are they waiting for a neon sign with an arrow pointing to the 9 o'clock position reading "CANCER HERE!!!" Seriously, do you look at someone's ass when they say they have colon cancer?