Cut your drag in the water

Cut your drag in the water - shutterstock_89989561Recently I’ve gotten back into the pool, slowly building up my lap numbers and time in the water to around 45 minutes.  It’s hard work but very satisfying and the toning effect on the old treatment-ravaged bod has been almost instantaneous. Even though my togs have a pouch for my breast prosthetic, I’ve never worn one to swim anywhere let alone in a chlorinated pool, fearing degradation of whatever material is used to shape that fake left bosom. And that’s all good from an aesthetic point of view because when one wears body-hugging racing cozzies, being one breast down is barely perceptible. From a functional perspective, however, the one-breasted swimmer can’t help but feel a little lopsided when coursing through the water.

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Happy Diagnosis Day

The Teardrop rock formation in Monument Valley, Arizona
The Teardrop rock formation in Monument Valley, Arizona

Yes folks, it’s my anniversary. On 17 December three years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  At the time I didn’t dare think too much further ahead than the next treatment hurdle, which in my case was a mastectomy two days after diagnosis. Oddly enough, the 17th December in 2016 falls on a Saturday – Law of Dharma or Purpose in Life Day in Deepak Chopra’s The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success. A little spiritual tingle is travelling up my spine right now because it was after I came home from the hospital that I started writing my blogpost on that 7th Law, a post I’d been putting off for over a year as I came to terms with my own mid-life crisis, for want of a better description.  That post led to the Big Breast Adventure series and the rest, as they say in the classics, is history. It seems fitting on this day of reflection (for me at least) to reprise my  Law 7 – Purpose in Life post as a reminder to myself (more than anyone else) that time does indeed march on and finding one’s purpose continues to be a ‘work in progress’.

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What do we want?

poinsettiaAnyone who grew up in Queensland during the Bjelke-Petersen era will instinctively answer that question with ‘the right to march’, followed quickly by, ‘When do we want it? Now!’  As worthy a want as it is, I’m sorry to say ‘the right to march’ hasn’t ever made my top ten. Recently, however, I did get something I want very badly (but thought I would never get) and I am currently basking in a post-want fruition glow.

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