growing, growing, growing.

if my hair is soaking wet and i pull it as hard as i can, my hair is long enough to reach my collar bones! woohoo! it only took 16 months!

read this. (depressing)

there is a TEN-YEAR OLD in southern california who was diagnosed with breast cancer last month.
wow.
so messed up.

http://www.sgvtribune.com/ci_12248253?source=email

read this. (inspiring)

a piece about living through three cancer diagnoses before the age of 30. the author is a friend of mine from first descents.

http://www.canceradvocacynow.org/site/TR/Events/General?pxfid=1250&fr_id=1050&pg=fund&et=CJbWfceZTOZud0OBD9J3Fg..&s_tafId=1100

since i had the third procedure...

...i thought i should give an update.

my new boob is now about a C. (one A, one C)

my cousin yelled, from 100ft in a parking lot in golden gate park, that it really was a good size for me. my coworker said that it really was the perfect size for me. it balanced me out. when i had six coworkers all around me inspecting the new size...all of them said it was perfect. except one. she said, "go BIGGER!"

so, i really like it.

but it's one full week after the third pump-up and it's still hurting, aching, stinging. which is totally normal. but just unsettling.

and also, i've been meaning to say how much i love my surgeon.
every time i'm there i have my coffee with me. he comments on it every time. and this time he wanted to know all the details. which just killed me. he wanted to know what kind of coffee. why i was so particular about my coffee. sugar? half and half? organic? he just wanted to know all the details. and WHEN was the last time any doctor cared or even had the time to even wonder about those details?

check my ponytails!!!

it's been too long.

do your breast self exam today. it really can make a difference.

and then go out and buy organic spinach, lotion without parabens, and no more plastic water bottles. and then exercise.

do it.

http://www.acog.org/publications/patient_education/bp145.cfm

"i'll try anything these days..."

i'm such a liar. i couldn't do it this morning. i woke up and could not imagine dancing away my cancer issues.

what i might try instead though is fishing away my cancer issues.

our friends tom and marime found out about this organization called casting for recovery (http://www.castingforrecovery.org/) that provides weekend-long fly-fishing lessons for breast cancer survivors. i am hesitant only because there's an on-duty psychotherapist. immediately i was like. ug. gag me. and then i remembered that, uh, my current title is psychotherapist and i'm always trying to convince people of the incredible benefits of therapy.