The ghost in my boob.
That dang pain is back, but almost a ghostly echo of its former self. I suppose I need to make an appointment to see my doctor. I can’t walk around grabbing myself in public every time I get a shooting pain! The neighbors will talk.
Dad’s party was a blast. He had a lot of fun too. I’m so glad we did it. It was our “life is short, celebrate while you got it” party. It’s a lot better to party with people while they are here!
