September was not a good month for me, and I didn't feel like blogging. I just wanted to be alone and not have to deal with anyone, especially myself. I usually love fall because it means back to school, which means college football, 101 ways to eat anything flavored pumpkin, and the changing of the leaves. Unfortunately in California only about ten leaves change color. This is a picture from last November of the only tree in my town that had any color, probably a transplant from Connecticut. This is also the hottest, dryest time of the year and the reason it smells like smoke, is that most of the state is on fire at any given time. Not the fall I remember growing up in Pennsylvania, but one that I have gotten used to.
I had my annual mammogram and spent the month waiting to see if I had breast cancer. Luckily, I don't, but my breasts are are red alert once again. I have the same type breasts as my Mom which means I have to be vigilant about the millions of lumps living in them. Before my Mom finally succumbed to breast cancer, she had nine lumpectomys. I am Lucky that I have only had one and I extremely lucky it was benign.
So all in all it has been a stressful and depressing month. Not to mention the fact that the 25th was the anniversary of my Mom's death and I realize it has been 29 years since I last saw her. She died way too young, and I have gone most of my adult life without the nurturing I so much needed.
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