Lumpdate: I am starting to feel some pain in my breast – not where the lumps are, just a deep ache sometimes.  Hallucinations, hysterics, psychosomatic, nothing, who knows?

Holidays after a divorce are sad.  I had a family, but I am not part of it anymore.  Not really.  I haven’t spent a Thanksgiving by myself since I was 18.  Ah, well.

There are flowers, and Kelsea, and the promise of spring someday to be thankful for.  Where’s the strength I need now?