August 26th — Hmmm…I understand why people get addicted to pain pills. It’s not a big concern of mine because I frankly don’t like the out-of-control woozy feeling the medicine gives someone who doesn’t have a lot of actual pain to combat. However, I have been achy and stiff from the return to this week’s normal hyper activity of getting a lot of stuff done while the kids are in school 8-3. So I took half a pain pill and made an espresso latte today. Somehow the combination is doing it for me — I’m a bit woozy and wired at the same time! Ha ha! I’ve come a long way from a year ago when I was still getting expanded and was in the midst of my awful Taxol chemo. Today is Greg’s birthday so it’s easy to remember posting a year ago about getting expanded 3 more ounces as a “birthday” gift for my husband. And living through my steroid mania. And my random panic attacks when I would obsess on the fact that I might unwillingly abandon my children to grow up motherless. A year later, I’m three chapters into my blog-turned-book, crazy busy with Adventure Cook, and starting another business to make bras for breast cancer survivors because there really isn’t anything out there. I’m busy, productive, and enjoying every minute. I think I could get addicted to this…