I am Artist Hear Me “Roar”

Now that we know how much time we have until “S” day (surgery day), it is actually a bit more relaxed for me at home and at work. Rather than planning on possibly being out of the office I know when I will be, and rather than not knowing when we should have the bathroom done and the house scrubbed, we have a date.

I haven’t changed my mind about which surgery, each timeย  give it much thought I feel like I made the right decision. The surgeon sent me home with a hardback picture book that walks through each graphic detail of each step of the “total skin sparing mastectomy.” I know I will lose feeling completely, but the look and the decrease in stress over the rest of my lifetime are so very going to be worth an extra week or two of recovery.

My little brother Dereck bought his first home this weekend (I may be just a bit jealous because it is new and doesn’t need remodeling (I think the last 5 years of working on my house influenced his “buy finished” vision). I decided Saturday that I would try for the “thoughtful” gift (hopefully he doesn’t hate it) I painted him a new picture for his condo. I tend to be bad about getting paintings out for those that request them, but I thought it would be nice to get one done for his new place as it is always hard to find the right things to hang on the wall.

I used to think I was going to be an artist when I grew up.

The black sun has always been a way I represented myself in my paintings since my early teenage years, in fact I have a tattoo of a black sun on my back for this reason (some people may call it a “tramp stamp”). I opted to integrate it in this painting so that my little brother always knows I am looking out for him no matter what (this is not being dramatic, I have always tried to look after my little brother, which means he is more often looking after me, but either way there is a “piece of me” in his new home). The painting is sitting on my glass coffee table with my rug under which clashes a bit, hopefully it looks better on a wall.

Mom tiling, again. ๐Ÿ™‚

My mom and Steve have been back at the bathroom. My dad was able to stop by and say hello for a moment (my nephew’s birthday party was today and he was able to help Dereck get moved a bit). Hopefully we can get my mom out of the house and in bed at a reasonable hour, but there are no guarantees if you know my wonderful and stubborn mother. ๐Ÿ™‚ The bathroom is really starting to take shape, it is going to be a lovely oasis. We were going for a bit of a spa/escape flavor in our color and tile selection. My mom had a vacation scheduled for next weekend and I couldn’t talk her out of canceling it. Hopefully they get their own escape soon. It has been an interesting time for all of us.

We are running off an celebrating our friend’s birthday for the rest of the evening, and then our favorite baby’s 1st birthday party is tomorrow!.

Author: Mandi

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