I'm sorry I couldn't come up with some kind of breast related pun. 

I just finished reading a compilation of stories donated by Female Writers in aid of Breast Cancer Research and I am all mammaried out.

I find I have a confession to make.

2 weeks ago I went for an annual lady health check and the doctor found a lump

in my boob. A lump that I hadn't noticed. I will stop here and say "everything was fine" okay? so keep reading. Why hadn't I noticed? because I am not very well endowed so most days my breasts are made up of the latest science and technology available in the Bra Shop. And what I do have is mostly made up of lumps so how am I to tell?

I should pay more attention I know. My big sister (who sent me the book) was diagnosed with Breast Cancer just after her 40th birthday. And yes, she too is okay. She had an awful time of it, several operations, a long spell of chemo, a lot of worry over getting a reconstruction (she got one - eventually) and then the recovery from all of that.

I saw her at Christmas time and she looks fantastic with her new dark Botticelli curls and pert, buxom and busty bust line. She is doing great thank you.

I also saw her when she got the news, almost 3 years ago. I was there with my Boo for my first trip home in 5 years and she had to go and get bloody cancer. I was absolutely no use to her and her 3 vibrant and energetic children and supportive pragmatic husband. I had to go and get on a plane back to the other side of the world and leave them to deal with everything. My little sister and her family helped out of course and between them they got through it.

I'm not sure I would have been much more than moral support if I had have been there. My Autism Card would have kept coming up against her Cancer Card and in a lot of ways I think having my situation in closer proximity might have made things harder for everyone.
The family needed to concentrate on the practicalities of having someone very ill to care for a lot of the time - and she needed to care for herself.

When it happened, I had that awful selfish grief for myself kept quietly hidden in the bedroom "what if I lose MY sister? I need her!" but I kept that hidden away.
I also had the sense of being cheated by life.
As in:

I'm getting more and more into this Twittering lark lately. I find it amusing that it's so easy to strike up a short conversation with someone who I wouldn't have had the opportunity to have said "hi" to in real life. And, you can bet, if I did meat them "IRL" that I probably wouldn't have dared to greet them anyway. I'm still waiting to converse with Ryan Tubridy who seems to have done a legger since I started following him a couple of weeks ago. He's probably gotten wind of my inane ramblings on a particular parenting website.

I'm also starting to realise the value of Twitter with regard to getting "known" and so I've created an account for itsinmyway.com. This is a website that was set up about a year or so ago and aimed at getting people to de-clutter by putting the things they no longer need on the site, either to sell, swap, or give away. It also has a section where tradespeople can advertise their services, and a general chat section. If you're living in Ireland you should visit and see what's on offer in your area.

I'm wondering what other websites are on Twitter? I've found plenty of links to other companies, but a lot of websites aren't companies. If you know of any, please let me know.

http://queenofpots.blogspot.com/

www.itsinmyway.com