When I was 16, my father died. My mother died in 2011. You know what that means…for 37 years I was married to my mother.

In 1984 my mother announced she had breast cancer and would undergo a full left breast mastectomy.

Being the dutiful “husband” I drove her around as she updated her will, cleaned the entire house and froze meals so I wouldn’t have to cook for the 2 weeks shed is at Yale Hospital in New Haven…oh and she put the car that she never drove in my name.

Now I have breast cancer on my left breast. What have I done? I cleaned the house. The only difference from 1984 until now is the 2 hour hospital stay after surgery instead of two weeks.

The only things left are to begin radiation----

Last week I was “tattooed” for my radiation. Little dots around my left breast to be radiated for seven weeks, five days a week. Its only for 10 minutes a day…but every day. Every day at 1:15…really cuts into my life…but since I am self employed as a Professional Organizer (www.lesmess.com) it will only cut into work time.

My bills won’t be happy, nor will any of my creditors. But, hey life is still good!