I had a boyfriend, and we had so much fun. He went to college and broke up with me. I got a job, and my cousin Julie convinced me to go to college...

My ex-boyfriend is now my husband. And in my late teens and early twenties I had adopted Olga as my second mother. She died last October. And since I already had one mom die, I kind of knew what I was in for.

I miss her. Especially now with this breast cancer thing. She would know what to say and what to do. The house was sold...which was the "hub" for Tania, Alexander (olgas kids) and I. Now we are all scattered about, with no real center, and I am reeling from my breast cancer diagnosis, and my mothers death.

So my point of this post is...i guess...this pain is not all about the cancer. I am sad for so many other reasons and this is just the bitter icing on the gross cake. 

I just need to catch a break.

Love Peg.