It has been two months since my lumpectomy. I have enjoyed the respite. Spending my time working, exercising, writing, and living my life, I felt normal. Or as normal as you can feel after a cancer diagnosis. Only the occasional doctor's appointment, or a glimpse at my scars, reminds me of the battle. I needed this time to recover. A respite is defined by Dictionary.com as "an interval of relief." The time between my surgery and today has been a haven of rest, an oasis of hope. In the last week, I have slept through my alarm every day. My body is demanding what my soul cries out for...rest. Yes, sleep, but also peace. I visited my mom last week. We spent the day talking and doing a small project. It was just what I needed. The Hubster has helped so much. He encourages me to take it easy and makes sure that I laugh every day. We've watched old, funny movies several times a week. Having dinner with family and friends is a great way to relax. I walk outside in...
