It has been a hot minute since I have posted any update. There have been a lot of things happening in the Martin household. First up: This past week, I wore a double strapped bra for the first time since May 10, 2024. I haven’t worn a double strapped bra because one of the straps would lay right on top of my port and it was uncomfortable. The double strap was okay. I was definitely fiddling with the strap because my port area is still tender when rubbed constantly. After one day, I haven’t worn a double strapped bra again. Baby steps. Another big thing would be the start to school. Summer flew by and my daughter lovingly called it “one of the worst summers.” One of the worst summers because mom worked more, we did not go to the state fair and we packed up a house because we moved! Moving is one of the most stressful things in life and my body can attest to this. We did not move far, but it is still a move. Hence, my body has been in freak out mode. We are either constipated or having diarrhea. There is no in between. Again, I was told two years to equilibrium. Yes, I’m working on my breathing. Yes, I’m trying to manage my stress. Yes, I’m still wearing my super sexy adult diapers. And yes, I’m stressed. The new house is wonderful. The basement is a great space for the kids to play. Chris has an office. We are getting shelves made for our pantry because that space is not well utilized and in the Martin household, the pantry needs to be utilized to max capacity. Currently, the pantry is all over the dining room, in various boxes and on top of our old tv stand. It is very relaxing (insert my sarcasm.) While I can understand this stress is only for a time, stress is stress. Which becomes a slippery slope of managing my anxiety of how my body is going to respond to not being at home. Without realizing, I will do a general sweep of an area: soccer fields, Lowe’s, a restaurant, anywhere to gauge where the closest bathroom is ‘just in case.’ In an effort to help understand my anxiety, my PT asked me what is the worst thing that could happen. My response was fast and hot and went something like: cleaning up myself after completely shitting my diaper and having to drive home in the mess or cleaning up the mess in a public bathroom. Does anyone else’s heart rate begin ticking a little faster? Just me? Deep sigh. I am hoping I can mentally and physically relax a bit more. Well, we still need to sell our old house. So maybe not totally relaxed just yet. But prioritizing my stress management has now been bumped up on my to-do list. That, and getting back to my gratitude list. I am alive will always be a top one. Maybe cliche and maybe oversimplifying things but when you get down to it, it’s always the simple things that bring the most meaning to life.