Fall, Cancer, CoVid and Girdles
Fall. 🍂 It's beautiful, but it has never been my favorite season. I think it was the major change from carefree summer at the lake, to back to school and back to the cold. As I got older, I missed the kids when they got on the bus, Brian headed to the field all day and half the night, and the summer warmth that I so love, with its sunshine and water was shelved until next year. I've definitely noticed some Seasonal Affective Disorder over the years. Now fall is the time that John died. With every red, yellow, and orange showing up in the artistic palette of the leaves, we get closer and closer to November 4th. October is the month I was diagnosed with breast cancer. (Please get your mammogram). 💞 A friend asked me to travel with her to Florida last year in October, and honestly, while I wanted desperately to go see Mr. Golden Sun, I knew it would mean postponing that appointment yet again, as I was supposed to go in April, then August. Between CoVid and family events