Well That's Certainly A Relief

I've been fighting a migraine since Sunday. It hasn't yet bloomed into the fullness of furious pain that I know all too well. But it's sitting there, behind my right eye, germinating.

Usually, they come on fast and strong. They strike hard and leave me completely helpless. But this one is different. For whatever reason, it is marinating in my brain, teasing me with it's sinister promise.

It hurts just enough to make things difficult, but not enough to justify taking to my bed.

As a result, I've been grumpy and out of sorts all week. I've been short tempered and intolerant with my children. My patience is nil.

But today, I ran across a spot of good news that cheered me a little bit.

Migraines Cut Breast Cancer Risk By 30 Percent

Until menopause, I will likely be plagued with migraines.

BUT...my boobs? Are in good shape.

So, you know..that's good. Makes me feel a little less guilty about putting off that mammogram.

Thank God for small mercies??