wide excision

Okay, so I'm convinced that unlike Posh-spice, PASH will just keep on growing. Those two words make me cry...'wide excision.' I know I should be braver and not so vain but I'm not. I like my nice, little breast that lives right over my heart and I don't want it to be widely excised.

I was thinking about 'duck diving' and 'Max facing the Wild Things' this morning on the roof but I am still crying. Watching the moon set helped. It's so big when it's right next to the horizon. When looked at in relation to the trees and buildings, it looks huge. But an hour before with a background of stars, she was small and lovely. My PASH is the same. When I look at it from the eternal background of my Father's beautiful will, it's small and I can trust Him to use this for good in my life.

I'm still crying but that's okay, He's got me.

Here's a quote from my other blog that I found this morning:

'And my goal is to get less of me and more and more of Him. But I'm still His little poem, not Him. I like being His little song that He's working on and added a riff here and there, taking out a chord that doesn't work. He can use me too. Oh, gotta go dance:)'