I got a call from my doctor late last night. He says I have to go back for more surgery. They didn’t get all of the cancer. Damn that luck o’ the Irish. Just gotta keep moving forward. Springtime is here to help me through. Etta James’ song Out of the Rain comes to mind…

Dare I say, "she has risen"! Grazie mille and merci beaucoup to all of you for your kind words of support. Physically the surgery was a breeze. Emotionally it’s been tough. The worst part of my recovery has been that the surgery hastened my period, and hence my menstrual migraine. But at least it kept…

Tomorrow is my cancer surgery at Stanford Hospital. I feel good, other than the fact that I have to get up at 4am, ugh. Must be washed, dressed, and have had my coffee (black only) and be out the door by 5am. Let’s hope I have the luck o’ the Irish. I love you all…