… no mets yet. At least not to my bones. It’s taken a couple hours for it to really sink in, but it finally has. No mets. No mets. No mets. I can take a deep breath and travel, play, run, exercise, and live each day with passion this summer.
Of course, I could do most of that even with mets, I’m realizing, thanks to the amazing women here who do.
But after a weekend of losing a friend, seeing another get very sick, and worrying about a third, today is a day of joy. Chocolate brownies and peanut butter all around, my friends … today we celebrate!