Forget the bar scene-head to hospital

Wow, again, it's been a long time since I've blogged. That must be because there's nothing much new in my life. it's a wet and cloudy labor day weekend here in the Midwest. I am having a nice, relaxing day and enjoying my home in complete quiet- no kids, no dogs, no fighting, no yelling, no TV. it's just so quiet and peaceful here, which is rare in my house, so I treasure it when it comes.

Things are the same on the health front, which is a good thing. It's been over two and a half years since my BC diagnosis and I am glad to be around to say that things are going well. Though, recently I encountered and survived a health crisis that scared the daylight out of me. I thought the beast was back but thankfully it was only an infection. I had a severe case of cellulitis and spent a few days in the hospital. The infection is gone and I am feeling much better now. As I said, I am still cancer free and I love each second of each day. I still see my oncologist and breast surgeon every three months for follow-up care.

On a personal level, things are still the same as well. I am still single. I am still taking out the garbage every week and enjoying sole possession of remote control. :) I am not ready to make any dramatic changes in my life but it's probably a good time to start dating again. Speaking of which, I have come across a nice guy the other day but I was in no mood to chit chat so I threw away an opportunity to meet him. Well, here's the story of what happened.

I was on the dreaded 7th floor (oncology floor) of the Center for Advanced Medicine the other day for routine check-up. The 7th floor was packed to the brim as usual with cancer patients and their family and friends. As I was waiting in line to sign up for my blood to be drawn, there was a gentleman in a wheelchair in front of me. There was another gentleman who was pushing the wheelchair and helping him out. The guy in the wheelchair who appeared to be in his mid 4os and quite handsome I might add was apparently in treatment though he had a full head of hair.

Anyways, the cute guy turned around, looked at me and gave me big smile. "Hi, how are you?" he said looking me straight in the eye. I know that smiles by any means, indicate or suggest flirty behavior, but just the way he smiled gave me a sense that he was flirting with me. After I signed the sheet for my lab work, I walked away and sat near the window. Well, the cute guy in the wheelchair and his buddy took the seat directly across from me. His flirty smiles and stares continued but I was in no mood to flirt back or start a conversation. It's not that I was not interested in him it's that I was in a crappy mood and here's why:

I discovered my wallet was missing minutes after I arrived in the hospital's parking garage. A search of the car turned nothing. Gone was all my IDs, driver license, debit card, credit cards and gift cards. Losing so many important things like that put me in a very bad mood otherwise, I would have flirted back or at least made a general chit chat with him. I really regret not talking to him. It's not that this was exactly love at first sight, but there was this feeling I will never be able to describe adequately. It wasn't about physical attraction. When our eyes met, I felt connected to him like we had known each other from the beginning of time. And maybe it was because we had something in common, our journey with cancer. Well, either way, I threw away a chance to meet someone I could have been good friends or even something more with. Sometimes I find myself thinking about him suddenly and hoping that I will run into him at the hospital again. If I do, you better believe I will not be wasting the opportunity to talk to him and I may even get a little flirty! Unless, of course, he's married.

Lunch is hours away, but my stomach is already growling. Time to get off line. It's feed the tummy time.