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Number six was a hard one. Sneaky. I came out of it thinking it was going to be easier, but then I hit a wall and slept for 3 days. I felt like a hibernating bear. Sleep. Eat. Sleep some more.

The neuropathy is getting worse...not sure if it is because it's colder outside (we had to turn on the heat for the first time this year) or if it's truly getting worse. If my hands or feet get slightly cold, they get tingly, and then feel like they are going to go into a cramp. Not painful, just debilitating. The "pre-cramp" feeling is followed by very slow reacting, almost like they are trying to work in thick mud. Definitely going to have to have gloves everywhere for winter. 

With it being Breast Cancer Awareness month, I have been hearing/seeing a lot of cancer stories. The ones that hit me hardest are the ones of young mothers who are diagnosed with advanced stage cancer. How these women can find it in them to fight this nasty disease, AND be a mom, I can't fathom. 

I do have a bit of a rant, regarding Breast Cancer and all the media exposure it receives. Please, don't get me wrong, I absolutely support breast cancer awareness. It is a horrible disease that affects/kills too many women. 

What I don't support, is the "Save the Hooters" type campaigns. To me, this says, "Save the part that men like to look at, never mind the women they are attached to!" It is a slap in the face to anyone who is fighting/has fought the disease.

Please, be respectful, and acknowledge the person who suffers from the disease. A diagnosis of cancer does not change the person's worth or desire to be acknowledged as themselves. They have not been reduced to a body part, or lack thereof. They are still the person they were prior to being diagnosed.

Ok, rant complete.

The last day of my drug pump was my birthday. It was filled with mixed emotions...I was pissed at cancer for making me deal with chemo on my birthday, but felt lucky to be alive. I, again, thanked my now-absent gall bladder for acting up, and causing the CT scan that discovered the tumor. It felt good to put 40 to rest and christen 41 with optimism that it will go better than it's predecessor.  

Now that I am on the upward swing, it's time to celebrate not only my birthday, but our 17th wedding  anniversary as well. I am so lucky to have married my best friend, my soul mate  We make a good team. I couldn't ask for a better man to go through this journey of life with. Seventeen years. Wow. To think, when my parents were so concerned about our age difference when we started dating, I said, "Geez, ma, don't worry about it. It's not like I'm gonna marry the guy!"

I guess I did. :-)

So, kiss my ass number six...you're history. Send over your friend, number seven...let's see what they've got.