I saw the wood chuck

It was raining today, pretty hard. I had on my big black muck boots, the sexy ones that give me blisters on my heels if I walk too far or don't wear the right socks. Those big boots allow me to walk over the graves in the cemetery, up through the hills that no one else seems to go. It's more rugged walking but easier on the body, off the beaten trail. That's where I've seen the holes in the ground, the unearthings and excavations of the some creature. 

Today, I finally met the woodchuck that lives amongst the tombstones. I was almost on top of him today before we noticed each other and we had the moment of, "What?! Who are you?!?!" His fat little brown wood chuck body, dashed away pretty quickly and he dove into a hole. So much for making a friend in the grave yard. We have time, I'll see him again. 

The ravens and the squirrels don't flee from me any more, they know my intentions hold no ill will with them. They used to scream, cackle and scold me, tell all their friends I was coming. It would seem they didn't tell the woodchuck today because I almost stepped on him before he noticed me.

And the cancer? That right breast of mine gets felt up day and night to see if it's growing smaller. I can't be sure. I want to say it is but I don't know. It seems a little softer, a bit smaller. Such a huge lump still there.