We raise monarchs, and send them on their way. This beauty just emerged today. What a cool activity for the budding young scientists in your life. Help endangered monarchs. Plant flowers and milkweed, lots of milkweed, and don’t spray pesticides. We’re facing climate change, environmental protection reversals, illegal logging and fires. Help a butterfly out!
I deserve the joy in this photo, from a getaway with some of my closest girlfriends. Here’s why... These last two months included a triggering trip down cancer lane. What began with a painful lump, segued into battling for a MONTH to get an MRI authorized, meeting a new surgeon, and ultimately finding out that it’s not a malignancy, but instead it appears that one of my implants from my 2014 double mastectomy has ruptured. That pain I’m feeling is the edge of the implant poking my pectoral muscle, and maybe a bit of scarring, my body walling off the offending silicone. I never wanted any of this, but here I am with another surgery to look forward to, and this decision... do I reconstruct again, or do I go flat? When the heck can I fit in a surgery, and deal with the drains, and follow ups and limited arm use —with a 9 year old and a dog and work? If I go flat, how will my clothes fit? Will I fit in? Will I feel more loss, or feel free? It seems a bit shallow, though not entirely inconsequential, to consider these things when ultimately I’m grateful this doesn’t appear to be a recurrence. I am so much more than the shell of this body, but this is what the world sees first, my body (and let’s be honest— part of my currency as a woman), my messy and perfectly imperfect vehicle, with one flat tire.
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