Cryptogram

My mother did cryptograms everyday and so do my sisters. I try to do them everyday. I always do the crossword puzzles and work on the cryptograms but give up if they’re too hard. I do not have as much patience as i used to, especially lately. But I am a word person, rather than a number person. I have no interest at all in Suduko or Suduku. See, I am not even sure what the game is called.

Anyway, a few days ago I did the cryptogram and the answer was:

LIFE IS LIKE AN ONION. YOU PEEL IT OFF ONE LAYER AT TIME,  AND SOMETIMES YOU WEEP.

– CARL SANDBURG

I have become very weepy. I go to a play and I cry at happy and sad parts. I saw “The Buddy Holly Story” and was a wreck at the end. Even though the writers brilliantly ended the play on a very joyful and rock and roll moment, I was sobbing to think this vibrant young boy was killed and died so young. No one else in the theater was crying.

As it is getting closer to my appointment with the surgeon, the reality of my situation is becoming real to me and I am afraid. What if something goes wrong? What if they find more than what shows on the mammogram? What if there are serious complications from surgery? What if? What if?