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Rats and Killer Cats for Lease

I simply love when friends nail your current life circumstance with a bit of humor.  So when I saw the email entitled Oceania Killer Cats the smile began before I even opened the email and then subsequent emails - all below.

This past week our babysitter heard something scratching above the microwave and ran into my office faster than you can say the words lickedy split.  Of course I'm sure he was hoping that I would miraculously do something brave like see what was making that noise, but I simply headed back down to my office and told him that he'd be ok, what ever it was it couldn't get into the kitchen and I'd be making a phone call.

How Eli Almost Wet the Bed

I woke Eli up for school the other morning and thought...hmmm...I smell something.  Of course being direct I asked, "did you wet the bed?"  He promptly responded, "no mom, I was really sweaty last night."

I am very grateful that Eli isn't a bed wetter, and maybe he was just sweaty, but I needed to keep looking because I was sure I smelled something.  Then I saw the tell tale dark circle.  The funny thing is that he was adamant that he didn't wet the bed and was only sweaty and responded with something like only Blake (his cousin that is six months his junior) wets the bed. 

An Ungraceful End To Chemo-pause

If you've been reading for a while you know that I went kicking into breast cancer treatment when told some of the outcomes...I do believe that I used words similar to "treatment turning me into an androgynous blah, blah, blah."  Well fast forward fifteen months later and I feel quite differently.

Although cancer and cancer treatment does suck I have to admit that after my ego got out of the way, there were unspoken benefits - that is if you looked at your life with new eyes.  For example - no need to shave - and perfect timing during the first part of summer and after going through the initial chemo acne I had absolutely amazing skin - soft as a baby's butt.  That was actually inspired by my deceased Auntie Jeanie who in her 80's only used baby wipes to clean her face and would always say her skin was smooth and soft as a baby's butt.  I couldn't help but follow her footsteps.  But months post chemo my skin went back to post treatment and requires a few more steps.

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