Yada, Yada, Yada

Next week I'll have a lumpectomy. Despite the spot being benign two out of two Docs still think it should come out.
It will be an hour long procedure which I'm expecting to go well.

But as I tend to think a lot I have considered the possibility of something going wrong. Probably only natural. When I think about not being here I think back to some words of my Mother. She was contemplating me moving out and said she hoped we had talked enough. So all these years later I echo those words. I hope I have talked enough. To my sons, enough to keep them on their paths secure in the knowledge no one ever loved them more or was prouder of them then their Mother. To my husband, I forgive all hurts and rejoice in the love, laughs and shared memories. To my friends, I feel a profound sense of gratitude to you for sharing my life and loving me. To the girl, well she and I do talk a lot and I hope have said it all, but just in case, I love you, am more thankful for you then you could ever know and acknowledge once and for all, you are fucking adorable.

So there you have some words. Hope they were enough.