Also I told my sisters and my Mom about my blog and it became harder to write about certain things knowing that I might make them angry or hurt their feelings or make them feel like their privacy was being invaded. So I edited myself and avoided writing about such a painful time in our lives. Also not being anonymous made me feel self-conscious and insecure. And that made blogging boring.
Speaking of my Mom, she is doing fine. So fine that she came to Paris last week! The chemotherapy that made her so sick almost two years ago must have worked a little bit. There is no cure (she is past the cut off age for a bone marrow transplant) but she's still here. I feel lucky every time her name pops up in google chat or when I call her for a quick talk while I make dinner.