I miss all those support people so well trained to deal with all of us with life-threatening conditions, and the other women who were in my boat and eager to talk about it. There’s something about breast cancer that the general population can’t seem to handle. Unlike my friends hospitalized with heart attacks or near-fatal attacks of appendicitis, the subject of cancer, especially breast cancer, is usually avoided.

So I just keep painting fish, among other projects. I’m trying to destress myself–I can feel the stress in every inch of me and I can’t seem to let it go. I am going to have to do something more agressive than walk to reteach my body to relax and trust the ground to hold me up.

There has been a fish change: This one is a fantasy fish, and created with polymer clay instead of paint. I think it too may be in transition.

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