Basia Unleashed

So what’s a girl to do when she finds a lump on her breast and given her family history with this randomly diabolical disease, has a bit of a girlie panic attack? Well it’s obvious innit? She goes to the SHOE PALACE. Where she lashes out on a fabulous pair of kinky boots and somehow manages to get a pair of strappy sandals thrown in for free. Well, I didn’t exactly lash as the Italian boots were on sale in Norton Street’s Italian Forum and I do need them. So they’re not a luxury item at all. See how I can justify this? S’easy….

What’s not so easy is dealing with the feelings about the other stuff. Sure I know that it will turn out to be nothing and everything will be peachy once more, but it’s now I can hear the voices of my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my great-grandmother, all of them lost to cancer. I can also hear you too Marie, it’s been a year now since you too were stolen by cancer. A whole year, I can hardly believe it.

The next time I write about this, gentle readers, I do fully expect to say, well, that was a whole big dog and pony show about nothing. Say a little prayer.