It’s Fall, Y’all!

Don’t you just love Saturdays in the fall?

It’s a time in Texas when the temperature finally drops just a few degrees below 60. For most, college football is in full force and it’s the only time of the year when craving a variety of smoked meats at 10 in the morning is acceptable. It’s a time when you can walk onto your front porch and toss a quick waive toward your tailgating neighbor as the cool, crisp breeze graciously wafts the smells of the south underneath your nose. It’s an immaculate feeling.

It’s waking up to mornings like these that make me want homemade biscuits with cheese grits and Saturday morning cartoons. Everything is fresh. All that was once wrong in the world seems suddenly apologetic – as if there is an unspoken aura that graciously wishes upon us another chance to be kind to one another, worried that today may be our last to enjoy.

As far as my reality is concerned, cabin fever seems to have blanketed my entire being. I was about two shakes short of hiring a cab yesterday to get me out of my hole. Hell, I would’ve had him drop me off at a cemetery where I could stare impassively at some unknown man’s grave plot just to have something to do that was away from the house! Thinking back, I’m mildly relieved I overcame that brief bout of desperation.

Moving back onto the joys of this morning, I was quite prepared that it was nippy outside due to the fact that my thermostat indoors dropped below the intended temperature I set for the AC last night. Once again, it’s not at all shocking that I slept with the air conditioner on when its 57 degrees outside. So as the heavenly aroma of my Columbian coffee was brewing away, I geared up for a lovely morning on the porch with my gray fleece, Uggs and an old boyfriend’s oversized flannel pajama pants. So I’m a thief – sue me. And apparently a hobo with this morning’s attire.

But – after setting up shop outside with the laptop, my freshly filled souvenir coffee mug from Montana and my cellular, I rapidly remembered that I’m a Texan – and a few degrees below 60 is just a few degrees too cold. So I wedged my laptop under my left arm, grabbed the coffee mug with my free hand and headed back in the house. It took all of 10 seconds to realize I left my phone outside so that was the last of the luggage to be hauled back in.

All in all, I’m very thankful for this morning. I’m thankful that I have fingers and toes that can be cold. I’m thankful that I can put food on my own table and that I have a roof over my head. Hopefully, the intoxicating bliss of this morning will serve as a reminder to all of us that we are fortunate in the lives we are so lucky to have – and that there is always someone who is suffering more than each of us. I’m delightfully content at 3 weeks post op and am excitedly anxious as to what my future holds. Happy Saturday, everyone!

Breast wishes –


2 thoughts on “It’s Fall, Y’all!

  1. Woo Hoo!!! No more drains! Doesn’t it feel amazing! The first few fills are certainly something to contend with, but I promise you will feel better in a day or two. It’s so nice to hear that you are doing so well and getting back to life as normal ~ and driving Betsy again! Keep empowering yourself to be the inspirational role model you have been through sharing this personal experience with the world. The more women that know the life saving benefits and that the procedure is not as horrifying as it sounds, the more lives that can be saved the mental castration of hearing “you have breast cancer”!

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