Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

Lucas had his first flag football practice this week, and I picked him up afterwards. I got out of the car and sat on the field to see/hear better what was going on. It went something like this. Coach : " I need my Offense 1 to line up !" No action. Coach : " Can my Offense 1 boys line up here right now?!" One boy stands in the line, the other kids are milling around. Picture it. Coach : "IF THE 8 BOYS I JUST LINED UP DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE, WE'LL HAVE A PROBLEM!" The boys start nudging each other to figure out who was in Offense 1 and who was in Offense 2. Boy 1: "Does anybody else smell bar-b-que?" Me: Stifling giggles. Coach gives them some instructions, along the lines of don't chase the football, look for the players. They execute the play, all the kids chase the ball. Coach : "What did I tell you to do?" Boys: "Don't chase the ball." Coach : "So why did you do it?" Bo

I took the boys to the swimming pool recently. Lucas had already changed and I decided to change out of my wet swimsuit at the last minute and joined my younger son in the changing room. I was about to whip off my swimsuit top when I remembered...wait, he hasn't seen my mastectomy scars. I can't actually let him see me. He was in the middle of speaking to me, so I turned slightly so my back was to him and then he edged around so that he was facing me again to continue speaking. So I turned slightly again and again he moved around so he was speaking directly to me, to my face. I eventually stopped and just listenend to him and changed after I let him out of the changing room.  Sometimes I forget everything that's happened in the past year, but then I am reminded in small ways.