Friday, July 22, 2011

It's time.


I am doing it, throwing my cautions to the wind.
I am now wearing short sleeves.
I am sorry if I make you want to loose your lunch.
My arms are not pretty, but they are mine.
They are survivors and I am proud of them.
So if you happen to see me here (or in real life),
I just want you to know I am emotionally and physically ready to show you my scars.
Its time, and I am ready.
I am OK about it.
I am still at the ranch.
We are laughing, crying and doing paint by number- I love this.
I am so happy!