Happy 2012

We brought in 2012 with some friends and I think all of us are trying very hard to believe that 2012 will be a better year.  A few days before Christmas, one of our friends found out that she has breast cancer.  Fortunately it’s early and she will be able to have a lumpectomy and radiation and her prognosis is good.  But I know they need, as much as we do, for 2012 to be a kinder, gentler year.

I ushered in January 1 with a changing of the estrogen patches.  Preparing for a frozen transfer in a few weeks.  Here’s the thing about me and estrogen patches.  They make me leak.  I cry about EVERYTHING when I have estrogen patches.  EVERYTHING.  And, I get severe intestinal unrest.  Meaning, instant diarrhea.  Yes, the first time I was on estrogen, we had the The Chowchilla Incident, related to intestinal unrest.  One day I’ll rehash that, but today, equipped with fresh and reloaded estrogen patches, I’ll skip it.  It will probably make me cry.  Even though, now, a year later, it’s a damn funny story.

I don’t have any New Years resolutions, but I do want to get myself into better shape mentally.  I’ve got to have a more positive outlook, and be kinder and more forgiving of myself, if this is going to work.