Well, I don't have cancer.... Skin Biopsy Results

The results of my biopsy came in last week. I don't have cancer. The cells on my back remain "a-typical" and unchanged since my last biopsy, which means they still need to be closely watched.  I've an appointment with a local dermatologist this week to discuss my results. I felt I needed to have someone here  who I can go see whenever I needed as opposed to the dermatologist at the base clinic who is here sporadically at best.I know I've been sort of an absentee-blogger for a while now. The last two years I was sort of put off it-or rather felt off my game (if that makes any sense to you), and more recently- in all honesty- I've not felt like blogging...Or even writing for that matter.  I've never, not had the desire to write. I think it had a bit to do with a lack of excitement for what I was writing and being a bit over whelemd. Because I've certainly had plenty of ideas and inspiration, I've just not had the desire to put anything down yet.I think I just needed some time to sort of mull things over and to just, well, be. To allow myself time to adjust...to everything. Moving in and of itself is exhausting. Moving to a foreign country quadruples the exhaustion and stress factor. Add in parenting, re-connecting with a spouse you've been away from for two years, and the possibility of skin cancer, well you can see where a girl needed sometime to just reflect and live her life...I've reflected. I've adjusted (as much as one can in a relatively short period of time) and my family is once again a whole unit. I feel incredibly blessed and lost, and found, and very human.I'm ready to share all of that with you.I do promise to start blogging more - with my goal to get back to the days where I'd post something - even if it was just a picture every day.As for my writing, that's also going to get done everyday again. As it should be. It's good for me. I need the creative outlet. It feeds my soul.xo,nicoleP.S.I also have a birthday at the end of this month and this birthday is sort of a "big" one. I feel stupid writing that. Shouldn't every birthday be a big one? I always get a little depressed around my birthday - but I think I've gotten past that this year, or so I hope.Last year my husband promised he'd take me to Venice for my birthday. As it turns out the boys have swim lessons that end on my big three-five, and hotel rooms are 500 and something Euro a night. I'm thinking the day after might be a better deal. Still I can't complain. It is Venice after all!