Made A Year

about a year and half ago, I think... my memory's still foggy. found out I had breast cancer, didn't want to face it, tried to ignore it. But late night thoughts, dreams, and quiet, made me pay atention... made it real. At first didn't wanna tell anybody... not my husband, kids, friends... nobody. Finally did though. guess I had to. Came to my senses. I prayed and prayed that I wouldn't have to but saw I had do choice. So I did. And just like I knew, got all kinds of probing questions... the looks. Oh... the looks. Hate that. Like they're picturing you in the casket. Everbody jumped into action... being so understanding, nice, bringing me stuff... and still the looks... Didn't wanna be a witch... and that's where my husband was so wonderful. He took the phone calls... monitored all contacts, cooked, drove, cleaned, love me ( most important). He took on everything... too much sometimes. But I let him. Couldda' stopped him I guess. But I didn't want to. I was glad he did what he did. And he was good at it. Well... I made a year and I'm doing okay. Don't like that it's hangin', loomin' above over head. Can't get rid of. Still causes people who know to look at me. I see 'em. See the wonder in their faces and ieyes. But I'm okay ya'll. sue