I guess, I do not have to put the date on. That is good. I am practicing different fonts. This is courier.

I have to get this house together. It is such a mess. I have to start working with my arm, again. I am probably going to have plastic surgery in March. I cannot wait. I am scared, but, I cannot wait to have my breast look, like it use to. My right breast alone, looks fine, it just is a third smaller than my left breast. You can tell. I know, they cannot make it perfect. My breast really came out fine. My only complaint, is it is higher, firmer (like that part) and smaller than my left breast.

I am rambling. My whole life has changed, since the breast cancer. I want to feel normal again, but do not know, if that is possible. I cannot see, how I can ever be the same, again. The only way I can see that happening, is if they find an absolute, for sure, cure for metastasized triple negative breast cancer.

My whole world would morph so totally, for the best, if they would just find a cure. Please Jesus, let them find a cure for metastasized triple negative breast cancer. Never, never, let me ever, have to go through that hell, again. Please, Jesus, hear my voice. Hear my plea. I was suppose to start living. I was suppose to start making up for all the bad, that had happened to me. I was suppose to give to myself, the things, the world stole from me.

Jesus, my sister spirits, hear me. Cure me. Let there not be one single cancer cell, anywhere, in my body. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, HEAR ME, PLEASE!

I need my life back.