Today was the one year anniversary of when I started chemo - and one year later I am embarking on a new jourey in my life. I truly believe that life is a journey -- not a destination.

I have always had a love/hate relationship with the number 7. My son was born in '77 and I love him more than life itself. However the single "7" is always a challenge. '07 was a difficult year for me, but I survived it and hopefully, became a stonger person in spite of it. The zodiac sign, Cancer, occurs in the 7th month and I lost my mother in the 7th month to cancer. I now see that I was the lucky one and overcame it, I only wish that she could have, too. She told me more than once that "Miracles Do Happen".
On the last day of July (yes, in the 7th month), I decided that I am going to move to my Mother's house. I now own two houses and I can only keep one. A new beginning. The house is located in a quaint, colonial town with a gorgeous view of the river and a beautiful garden. The larger fenced-in yard will allow the dogs more room to run around and it will give me more space to play in the garden. It's time for me to move away from the city. I will miss my garden the most.
The prospect of the move is giving me something to look forward to. I will have to do some

renovations to the house to make it my own because I can't live in my Mother's shadow. Since I have both houses, I won't have to live with the renovations and the dogs won't torment the contractors. The thoughts of downsizing and getting rid of stuff is a bit overwhelming, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime and I'm going to grab it. I have to now look at things with a critical eye and ask myself - do I move it? Or lose it? This should make my son very happy -- he thinks I'm a pack-rat.
Now that I have returned to Blogging, this should give me lots to talk about. I've already mapped out where my sewing room will be..