What a difference a year makes…

A year.  365 days.  Think of everything that happens in a year of your life, and it can seem pretty wild at times.  This day last year, it was the beginning of my wild and bumpy mastectomy journey.  May 25, 2011 began with a 10 hour surgery, and it kicked off a series of events that definitely changed me…in more than just the obvious ways 🙂  You know, as a woman, getting your boobs removed is a pretty dramatic event to go thru once.  I did it TWICE on both sides, and FIVE times on the right side.  Yeah, five mastectomies.  Seven surgeries later, I am back together again for the most part, and seeing light at the end of the tunnel. 

I learned a lot about myself this year.  Sure, I’m a tough cookie, and can handle pretty much anything life throws at me.  But I truly learned what my limits were, and how to ask for help.  Another life lesson was how immensely blessed I am to have a wonderful support network of friends and family.  Everyone around me really rallied to keep me laughing, and laughter really does heal the body and soul!  Another lesson was that helping others thru their issues (even when battling mine) made mine feel less daunting. 

I am certainly not Superwoman, nor do I have the secret of life, but I have learned a few things along the way while dealing with this trainwreck of a body I live in…

1) Laugh.  All the time.  Anywhere, anytime, as much as you can, and by any means necessary

2) Do not shut your friends and family out.  Talk, A lot.  Don’t be afraid to ask for help.

3) Don’t live life as a sick person, don’t isolate yourself, and HAVE FUN!

4) Think positively.  It may seem bleak at times, but there is positivity everywhere.

Now, go grab your favorite drink, and toast to a better year!!


Am I “Mom Enough?”

Oh Time Magazine…poor Time Magazine, what shark infested waters you have entered here.  Asking a question like this, especially on an issue like this is like setting yourself on fire in the desert and asking for someone to throw a bucket of water on you.  Am I “Mom Enough?”  Are you freaking kidding me?!?!  If breastfeeding my kid until he drives is being “Mom Enough” then HELL NO!!  If breastfeeding my kid until he asks me to nurse by saying “show me your boobies” or a more vulgar alternative when he gets to be school age, you bet your *ss I’m not!!  Please, if that is what being Mom Enough is all about, I don’t want to be it. 

Just for the record, I am very pro-breastfeeding.  I nursed both of my kids.  One until 7months when he self-weaned, and the other to just about 1 year and I needed to have breast surgery for a ductal mass.  He received breast milk until past a year due to my diligent pumping, And miss-I’m-better-than-you on the cover of Time, you can pump and feed from a CUP!  Imagine that.  There are such apparatus’ out there that allow you to feed your child breast milk other than a breast after babyhood. 

After the toddler period is over, and your kid has teeth, is eating food, making friends and can tell you what they want, cut the damn cord.  I’m all for spending time with your children.  I love mine to bits.  I’m a work at home Mom, but that doesn’t mean my kids have the right to be going down my shirt all the time.  I had a Mastectomy in May 2011, does it mean that I am especially not “Mom Enough” now that I don’t have Breasts?  I still have my girly bits, and they are in full working order, I’m only 41, and it is very feasible that I could have another child if I really wanted to (don’t worry, I’m not going to…my health sucks now) but I couldn’t breast feed without breasts.  So no TIME, by your ridiculous standards, I am no longer “Mom Enough”.  Thanks for rubbing it in you bunch of misogynistic jerks!  I know I am a great Mother, but just in time to celebrate Mother’s day without a Mother, You have made a legion of Mothers feel less than enough. Hope that shoeleather tastes great!