Cancer - Your Story : The Youngest Child

Editors note:  This is Kat's story and is the eighth in the "Cancer - Your Story" series.  Kat is a Military Mom from the USA, currently living in the UK.  I think this story is very fitting for this time of year when a lot of families are jetting off to sunnier climes, searching for that confidence building tan.  It is also something that is covered extensively in the media.

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Related Links:

Melanoma - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanoma

Cancer Research UK - http://www.cancerresearchuk.org/

All "Cancer - Your Story" posts

Kat's Blog - 3 Bedroom Bungalow to Let in Crazytown (check out her "Dear So and So" series)

Kat on Twitter - @3bedroom

Photo credit: D Sharon Pruitt - Pink Sherbert Photography

Release Date

The release date is getting close I thought to myself.  For six years I had shut myself away to work on my latest project; something that would change the way in which the world perceives human nature, free speech, emotion and public outcry.  I was finally going to be in control and not one single person in the whole world would know that that were taking part in this experiment.

Fist Pumping

Disclaimer #1:  This blog post is completely safe for work... if it passes the filters...

Occasionally, the communication barrier between two very intelligent people who both speak the same language can provide much hilarity.  Every so often, I let the Twitterverse know about how my working day is progressing and yesterday was no different.  The day was ticking away slowly, my computer was being an arse and I was counting down the minutes until I could leave the office.

The Gallery : Playtime

When I saw this week's prompt I had almost made the decision not to participate for a number of reasons.  Firstly, my children are older now; they don't 'play' in the traditional sense and I'm bored of trying to capture the perfect trampoline picture on a very temperamental camera.  Secondly, the flat-bed scanner at home is kaput so scanning in old pictures was a no-go area.  Finally, I have only seen my grandchildren once this week so quick snap-shots of them had also proved to be elusive.  So where do I go from here?

Knock Knock

Matthew 7:7

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; 

knock and the door will be opened to you

I think this passage is taken a little too literally at our house.  Leading on from the fact that when the telephone rings and is almost never for me, let us now talk about answering the door.  I am convinced that the population of Blackburn, aged 16 or under, have installed a version of a two-way mirror into the side wall of our house.

It's For You-Hoo

The house phone is ringing and it will probably go on ringing until I answer it.  No-one in the house ever seems to answer the phone; they all appear not to hear it.