Sobbing like a baby!

Well who knows when those emotions that get buried through the course of everyday living will come exploding out!

This morning I got the stitches removed from my chest where I carried the port around for most of the past year. It was painless and quick, and I got the doc's blessing that I can do whatever I want. Now it doesn't get any better than that. So I came home and finished off the dogs and potato salad from the 4th of July, then went to the bedroom, and down the tears came. I think I had tears only once during the whole cancer battle--when some well-meaning cancer society member/survivor called me before my surgery back in September to tell me what I was going to experience. She set me off for some reason, and I figured out I didn't really need anyone telling me their horror stories to prepare me for my own. So I tried to laugh my way through my experience, and for the most part, I did, with the support and listening ears of some angel family members and friends. But I think the tears today were tears of relief that it is all over. This evening I have been invited to join a small group of cancer survivors at Madison Park Christian Church for prayer and fellowship. Sherry is the 3rd person who has asked me to join this group, so this time I said yes. I will see if they laugh a lot.