Thursday, March 19


My incision is healing up nicely, I am told. It’s almost smack in the middle of my back, so I can’t see it at all.  David, cleans, medicates and bandages it every night for me. I have not heard from my oncologist regarding my scans yet, but I waited three months to get them, so I’m not too concerned.

Today is my 44th wedding anniversary. We’re going out to dinner tonight. I am carrying a load of laundry back to the bedroom when David walks in the back door. He says, and I quote: 

“Hello, you good looking thing! You’re looking pretty good after 44 years of wear and tear!”.

I had to stop and think a minute, if that was a compliment, or a jab. I’m sure he meant it as a compliment, but I’ve never been told. I looked good after 44 years of wear and tear. He’s such a romantic.

Oh, before I forget, I heard a new riddle this week.

What do you call a bra that will not open?



A booby trap.




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