My first sign occurred in the medical field. A nurse called to tell me I needed a follow up mammogram; there was a spot on my previous one taken two days ago. Luckily, the appointment was the following day. After the digital mammogram, the doctor determined that the spot was still visible and ordered an ultrasound. With knees buckled, I braced for the worst. My husband's mother died of breast cancer 23 years ago after fighting it for over 8 years. She was only 44 years old. I turn 44 next month. Life is short. Her life was shorter than most. The older I get, the younger she gets. Even though I was only dating my husband when she died, I helped her as best I could through it all. I saw her battle again and again only to lose in the end. I know there is so much more that can be done today for treating breast cancer, but I did not want to think about it. The weight of what this could mean to me and my family made me feel 100. One hour later, I was free as a bird! The ultrasound showed a fluid filled cyst. "Nothing to be concerned about... See you in a year!" Wow! Life can change on a dime! The message I took from this tiny scare: Carpe Diem!
|our neglected children|
Our family is stretched to the max timewise and working what feels like two fulltime jobs makes me as stressed as can be. We have dreamed of taking this family sabbatical to get healthy mentally and physically, socially and emotionally. I want to take a career break and try my hand at writing curriculum...
Am I asking for too much, Universe?