FT2LIV

Yep, here it is, another blog with probably TMI . Yes, I have a journal, but I like typing and sharing. Some part of me feels that the more I share, the more people can understand. I know, there are lots of us out there in this club. Many of which who write, blog, speak - I never understood it, until I joined the club. I always thought that the Breast Cancer club was big and that perhaps other cancer clubs paled in it's light. I often wondered if it was fair, if the whole pink ribbon phenomena was too cliche. Yep, I said it. Well, now I get it. You know what, it IS big..it should be. 1 in 8 women will have to face this. Seriously. How many women out there today are fearfully feeling that lump they discovered and wondering what to do next...scared of the possibilities? Wondering how to tell their children, mothers, friends, co-workers, husbands..dogs? It is big, and it needs to be. This is crap and we have to make it better, somehow. So..today I am on not to rant about the pink ribb...

To celebrate our 14th anniversary, John and I took a nice little bike ride this weekend. I was determined not to let the fact that I have Bob sticking out of my chest (that is my name for this MediPort...)and yes, he was hurting, just a bit. It was a gorgeous day, sunny, about 80...a perfect day for a ride. We have good rhythm on rides together, and there is not a need to chat, we are just riding, in good harmony and silence. I love riding, but am often perplexed at people. It really bothers me that people don't wear helmets, it just seems stupid. Why would you put yourself on a bike, ride 15, 20, 25 miles an hour on concrete...and not protect your noggin? Furthermore...why in the world would you make your kid wear one but not wear one yourself? What lesson are you teaching a kid...it really bothers me and makes me agitated. So....while I was on a particularly beautiful stretch on the WO&D...my HP (higher power) decided to whisper in my ear to get off my high horse and enjoy th...