I had a cancer scare. It was out of the blue, and it messed with me. I thought at first that I would need a hysterectomy at minimum, and it ended up being a short (but painful) office procedure, followed by a few days of anxiety while I awaited my results. Turns out, I'm healthy, for the most part, but wasn't in menopause, as I initially thought. I had a tumor. A really big one. But benign, Goddess bless.
Follow that with a pretty darn big (but private) issue with the kid, and you get a recipe for wine consumption. Taija is fine, and it wasn't anything to do with her behavior. It was her dad, actually. We all know he's a butt-head. Now he's a butt-head who is lucky if my husband doesn't kill him. Long story short: She's getting therapy, he's getting a sentence in his Christian hell, and a criminal investigation. Good riddance.
On the up-side, life is good, generally. I'm working, but never enough. I'm looking forward to my baby sister's wedding, and generally happy with my existence.
Taija is getting modeling work, and that's very fun. She is doing lots of trade for pic work, and also a little paid work. I've included an un-retouched, recent shot.