Ze bathroom, she is fini!

Longest project ever! Award

It's Fall Y'all

It is trying to get cold, well ok more like cool, outside here on the Gulf Coast.
We actually were able to sleep with the windows open a couple of days last weekend! Yeah we were pretty excited about it too.
The grass is starting to turn a lighter shade of green. That's about the best you get around here for fall colors.
Outside is starting to look pretty fun again. What with the humidity finally down to a tolerable level and all.

For Aunt Julie: a warning to all women

My Aunt Julie had her mammogram (or tittie sammich as she likes to call them) every year.
Cysts in the breasts run in her family, so it was habit to always go for a check up.
It seemed like Aunt Julie was going for a biopsy of a cyst every other year. So when she went for the results of her last biopsy, she went alone.
We all expected the normal phone call saying "everything is fine."
Not this time. It was cancer.
We all cried and apologized for letting her hear this news all alone, then we got down to the wheres, whens and hows.
I personally let her feel sorry for herself about a minute, then I asked all the normal questions, how bad, how big, how far had it spread, and what do we do now.
We don't have time for pity parties,. we need a plan.
Think I was being mean? I felt like I was being mean, but it helped her, we started talking about plans and what happens next and what everyone needed to do to help. And what a pain in the ass it was to have boobs!
Luckily Aunt Julie's cancer was stage one. Why? Because she never missed a mammogram.
Self exam, nor doctor's exams detected the mass. It was the mammogram.
Now my Aunt Julie doesn't consider herself a survivor of breast cancer.
She has this weird idea that because she didn't 'suffer' through as much as some women do, she doesn't think she should call herself a survivor.
1. They removed half the muscle out of one side of her breast.
2. She went through very painful radiation treatments.
Now she is cancer free. That's a survivor!
I keep trying to tell her had they not detected it so early, she would have had full blown stage two, at the least, breast cancer, before it was detected.
That makes her a breast cancer survivor!
I tell everyone about Aunt Julie, yeah, she had it easier than some, but you know why? Because she did what everyone one of us should do, got a yearly mammogram. 
She is slowly adjusting to the idea, and I finally have her convinced that her story could help convince allot of women to do the one thing we hate most to do, get a tittie sammich once a year!
It saved her life, it could save yours!