First the bad news:  I was diagnosed with breast cancer today.

Now the (relatively) good news: It’s stage 1 and very tiny. They kept telling me it’s curable. 


Maitre is my rock. He held me like I was a little baby (of course he holds me like that to play with my pussy too, lol). Held me, kissed me and told me I will beat this. Of course I will Daddy, that’s a promise.