I'm "wine"-ing now!

Over the course of the last five years I've lost a lot --  my boobies, ovaries, uterus, cervix, even my fallopian tubes! And I've gained a lot -- 30 pounds around my middle! (Cancer, have I had a chance to thank you yet for that?)

I feel like I've done a good job at embracing my new vitality. I still hike, swim, play, lots of play. But here is where I have to draw the line -- I can no longer drink wine, or any alcohol for that matter. Not that I am a huge drinker, because I'm not. But it is nice to go for a glass of wine. A wine bar opened in Bozeman when I was living there. I used to meet with a friend of mine over wine and cheese, watch the hustle and bustle of guests getting the street beat from the locals at the bar. It was fun. And definitely would not be the same sipping on a tall glass of water!

Just one glass of wine - red or white, there is no discrimination - and I cannot sleep. I wake up sluggish with swollen eyes. Really?

I have a choice to make: sluggish and sloshed or a tall glass of water with lemon. I've been battling this for the past year. I have to say, even though it is not a big deal (I drink two to three times a month) it is the last thing I want to surrender to cancer.

I may go to war a few more times over a glass of chablis, kicking and screaming the whole way.

Here's a toast &^%! cancer!