Oopsies

Oopsies happen.So do bumps in the road, and other things you don’t plan, schedule or necessarily want.    Breast cancer falls in that category.I’ve been writing this little “blog”  --mostly about nothings -- for over two years.  Everything I’ve said, written, thought about, considered, reflected on, has been from my heart, my soul and my reality.So, I would be denying that reality if I didn’t tell you that last week I had surgery for breast cancer.ALERT: Life on the May is NOT going to be a cancer blog.   Not now.  Not ever.What I have is manageable, treatable, and, according to several very smart docs and a bunch of tests, totally curable.  So there’s no reason to make Life on the May about cancer.  It is, however, clearly, a part of me now.  A new lens, if you will.Many of you already know about this and know that round one of the process was incredibly easy.  I have no complaints.Surgery was easy, nurses were great, drugs were even better.Just before I was to be wheeled, rather whirringly I thought, into the operating room, my doc came in to say hello and to tell me that I was, indeed in good hands and would be just fine.I had been given a shot of happy juice and as I watched him walk out the door, all I could think was…(and this is terrible)…”He has such a nice tush; I sure hope his hands are equally as good.”I haven’t seen him from behind since then but experience tells me his hands were terrific.And that, as they say, is that.