mohair from belgium.
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While waiting for my pathology results I was pretty consumed by thoughts about the future of my boob. I have been a regular contributor to the Postcards from the Edge AIDS fundraiser in NYC yet this year's entry was a bit different than usual. My fiberworks have never included naked bods before, but this year there wasn't another subject that I was interested in creating. At the time I felt that whatever was to happen following the pathology results that I was going to be a victor and not a victim. And so the gal on my postcard is holding a laurel wreath. It's not on her head yet, but she is ready to put it on her head, soon. The laurel wreath is on my head now that I know that the pathology results from my surgery were even better than the original biopsy findings. Before my doctor told me the pathology results the nurse tested my blood pressure and it was the highest level it has ever been. I usually have very low blood pressure, especially since I run all the time, and I told the nurse that I was sure that the reading was due to being very anxious to hear the results of the pathology. She was quite understanding since she must see this all the time in her daily work. My heart was pounding out of my chest too. Then the doctor came into the exam room and said, "I know you would like to have more surgery, but you won't need any more!" What a roundabout way to say that I was okey-dokey. An enormous weight had in that instant been lifted off of me. It had been two months of mammos, biopsies, wire localization, surgery and hives to get to this point of not having a constant cloud over my existence. The only other times in my life when I have been as happy were when I got married and gave birth to my babies. I wanted to jump up in the air and do that sideways heel click move but I'm not coordinated enough to do it as well as I imagine it should be done. Joy filled me so completely I could not stop smiling. I am a lucky one. It must be horrible when the oncologist has to tell his patient that their worst fear is realized. For me however I imagine a wonderful new year full of cheer and optimism. My life turned on a positive or negative result on a glass plate under a microscope. I am blessed to have a favorable outcome, and to be lucky enough to have a surgeon that was superbly skilled.

There have been lots of sweet little tree frogs enjoying my flower garden this year.
Rembrandt
Purple Queen Beans are coming on strong now. We will be eating them every day for quite some time, only to be sick and tired of them by the time they stop producing. This is a fantastic year for basil, it's so lush and vigorous. Last night I made pesto . There are a few tomatoes but I'm waiting for some significant ripening. I tried a new cucumber this year and I won't be going back to growing lemon cukes again after the sweet juicy crunch of the latest variety. It's fantastic!
The Morning Glory has topped out it's support and is searching for something to grab onto. If someone stands nearby I fear they will be entwined in no time. That thing must grow a foot a day.
I followed the directions yet my anniversary cake did not turn out nearly as beautiful as the photo featured in the Sunset Magazine article. I will never make this cake again. The cake rose up and then imploded like a caldera. The meringue was far more than needed. The sugar content was extreme and it made all of us go on a sugar rush that lasted for hours. I feel horrible today from that cake. I'm going to throw out the rest of that cake that is currently resting unaware in the refrigerator. And the worst part was that it took a very long time to make and created much cleanup from all the stages of manufacturing.
While working in the garden yesterday I discovered this robin's nest. I ran inside to get my camera and when I held my camera over the nest one of the chicks sprouted up instantly wanting me to feed him. My daughter later told me the biological term for that response but I've already forgotten it. That orange throat was amazing! Such a beautiful nest neatly crafted of moss, twigs and grass. Young life is so extraordinary! Best of luck birdies in your new life.ter samilson
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