A Good, Healthy, Catholic Girl . . .

Yesterday I went to see a place to rent (I am looking for a new place – too much drama and not enough quiet where I live now. If you know of anything, let me know).

I had spoken with the property owner several times by phone. She is an interesting woman, an expatriate in Canada – she purchased a home there and moved there in order to take advantage of health care – which, by the way, is exceptional – she never waits, doesn’t have to go into an emergency room to get treatment on a Sunday for a broken bone – something to be said for managed costs. But, that is not what I meant to write about).

As we had already had a few conversations – politics, religion – not sure how we got into all of that – but, suffice to say that she is quite interesting and very well informed. So, at some point, I told her that I had been diagnosed with breast cancer. (Since I have surgeries in front of me, and soon, I thought I should tell her).

She was shocked. She asked me how long ago and she immediately said, “Oh my gosh, you don’t even have a ten year recovery story to tell, this is recent!”

I told her I hoped to have that story to tell someday. Then she said, “Here I thought you were this good, healthy, Catholic girl when you walked in here. You look like you live at Mother’s Market!” (Mother’s Market is a health food store here). I didn’t even know what to say.

First of all, don’t get me started with the Catholic Church. Sorry, but, I have issues there . . this Pope needs to go. Would I go all Sinead O’Connor and burn a picture of him? Probably not. But, I was bald once . . .

And second (or, perhaps it is better for this one to be first), I AM healthy! Well, hopefully I am. I am certainly trying my best to be healthy.

Well, I thought it was kind of amusing, sort of . . .

Love and peace,

Lisa