Friday, April 6, 2012

Low Carb Sugar Free Chocolate Dipped Peanut Butter Eggs In a Post-Apocalyptic World

What a difference a year makes…

One year ago on Good Friday at 2:00PM, the telephone rings.

The face of cancer. Dead eyes. Profoundly grey in weeks.
Mid-stage of hair loss. Sick to death. No eyebrows. Few lashes.
And a moon face. Sweet. Cancer disfigures literally
and emotionally.
I’m pooped and don’t know why. I’ve been pooped for months with no clear reason other than being 48, post-menopausal, fat, eating poorly again (yep, another episode of The Days of A Backslider’s Life), and not exercising.

I pick up the phone, “Hello? This is Susie.”

“Hi Ms. Gibbs. This is Natalie from Dr. K’s office.”

“Hi Natalie and Easter blessings to you,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said. “Ms. Gibbs. Um. Well, Ms. Gibbs, we received the results from your mammogram today. I wanted to let you know I’m writing an order for you to have a biopsy on