Cooking: the Early Years
I’m not going to fill in all the gaps since my last post. I ought to but I won’t, at least not now. I may in the future fold in things that will explain what’s happened since going to London or moving but not today.
Today I can formally proclaim I have fucking breast cancer AGAIN. It’s a new primary (that’s good) and I can manage with another lumpectomy versus a mastectomy (also good) but it’s still twice in 10 years and that sucks.
Surgery is March 3. Radiation to follow.
Over the last year, I have pondered and thought and come to a resolution which this diagnosis has only served to solidify. This year, I am retiring. This is my last lunch break at Starbucks on a February 6 because after November, I will be retired.
Who knows, I may actually have time to make that jam.