Good Bye my Friends

Well tonight it was a BIG mystery at the Podrazil house - Where's all the missing socks?

Which lead to sock search and rescue in other words sock matching and organizing.  In the process of organizing my sock drawer I went right through all my undergarments.

 FINALLY looked through all my bras.........from before.  I realized it was time to say goodbye to them.  I need to move on to a better fitting bra.  It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I did shed a tear or two.  Some of them were hardly worn while others were worn to hell.  I still miss my breasts and there will be no more watching for the Victoria's Secret bra sale.  I kept thinking- What a waste- Isn't there something I could do with these fine pieces of art?      

 

Then I seen a picture like this and got a good laugh  

God is always watching out for me and I stumbled on a blog tonight with this picture.

I also found comfort in reading this Uniboob Club Blog post:

"Fighting breast cancer is not an easy battle, the journey is long, sometimes uncharted and many times dark and lonely, overwhelming and completely deafening. At the end of the day this fight with the beast is not pretty, in fact it is ugly and cruel, menacing, and destructive. Many days are just draining and painful and by the time the night sky appears you have spent so much energy and emotion resisting the beast you find there is not much left to begin the next day with.


You may feel invisible; I know I have been there a time or two myself, as if no one can see you, the real you fighting to get out. You may feel your footprints are too heavy or even to light upon the path you are walking. Maybe you even feel as if you have fallen, as if you deserve this, as if you are buried in a dark place which you cannot get out of by yourself. Maybe you feel your voice is weak, unable to rise above the screams of fear surrounding you but hear me my friend; this is just a temporary place. There is a place we call home, where faith and hope reside, a place where a strong voice is waiting inside of you ready to shout to the world, to become a voice of hope!

Maybe you are asking where does this strength come from? Where does this strong voice rise up from? Well it comes in the middle of the night; it comes when you are at your weakest point. Strength steps in, fills in the cracks of your soul when you least expect it, and allows hope to sweep over your spirit in the eleventh hour of the journey. "

Do not give up! No matter the odds, my friend, even if your words for now seem to fall on deaf ears, you are not alone in this struggle. Allow your heart to be filled with hope, with faith and with courage! Many may question your HOPE, your mission, BUT this battle is your fight. Do not allow yourself to be taken down by cancer’s mirage, for that is all it is! You are strong, you are a warrior, and you have the ability to overcome this beast even if she strikes you down.

The truth my friend is this: We have no control of the beast, of her mission and no, we cannot keep her from striking at will, BUT we can force her out of our hearts and minds. We can band together and fight, raise our voices, and be the ones to call our sisters in arms scattered along the road to arms! We do not have to let her control how and what we are in the face of cancer’s bite!"

Christina
http://uniboobclub.blogspot.com/

What a great post- I myself am just starting now to not feel so invisible!