a lot of little things

It started with me and my little boob

Little lump

Little bit of worry, just a little (why would a healthy 33 year old worry?)

Little needle, little burn, little pressure

Little bit of atypia

Little bit of disruption (just one more test, one more test, one more test)

Little lumpectomy

Little cancer

Little bit of time off of work (I'll be back before you know it)

Little mastectomy

Little bit of invasive cancer

Little less confidence that I'll get to live life the way I thought I would.

Little bit of patience 

Little bit of kindness

Little gifts and some big ones, too (my heart swelled with every box)

Little bit of faith

Little texts from friends

Little coincidences (arriving right as frayed edges seemed they would finally unravel)

Little messages in cards

Little signs of progress

Little black puppy curled in my lap (warm ball, lips smacking in sleep)

Little faith in others

Little hope for myself

Little bit of sunlight on my face.