Tonight, I was preparing a salt-free pot roast. Unexpectedly, when I cut into one of the potatoes, I found a huge black rotten spot in the shape of a star. That darn potato was rotten at the core.
Somehow, this reminded me of me. Not that I'm rotten. Naughty sometimes, maybe. But not rotten. But I do have a black mark inside me, a cancer that you can't see from the outside. And that caught me off guard when they cut into me.
I'm sure that's how many women suffering through IF feel, too. Like there is this hidden black space in their uterus, ovaries, cervix, etc. etc. etc. I never felt that way, since we have MF. But I thought the potato was a bit too meaningful today. F that potato symbolically reminding me that there is this cancer within me.
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I am always amazed at what effect the simplest things around me can show me about life and myself.
I hope your new diet is going well for you.
IF always made me feel like damaged goods. An no one could tell from the outside.
F that potato!
Poor little potato :(
xoxox
OMG, I had been waiting and waiting for you to post, and um just realized i must have accidentally deleted you in the great google reader clean out!
I am so happy to hear that your oncologist has a great plan, that diet sounds like a challenge but I know you can do it. The boys look so great!
The job loss isn't really do to the economy directly, they are doing a giant re-org and my position just fell off the map. 10/1 is the new fiscal year for the company so that's why it's planned for then.
I watched two more episodes of the show, i swear it is a train wreck. I saw a teen mom put her baby in a crib with stuffed animals, and tons of blankets, one heat formula in a microwave, and one who had her boyfriend buy a ps3 when they didn't have enough money to buy stuff for the baby...
Good Luck with the treatments, I will be here reading (I added you back to google reader)
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