Numbers. They are in my life.
47 is my age, my number of years on the planet. 48 is coming on 12/7, a date that will live in infamy
5 feet 9-3/4 inches is my height. On a good day.  222. My weight last time I checked - I think its a smaller number now - because 18 is now 16, the size I fit into, some days.  9  is my shoe size. But sometimes its 9-1/2 now - I don't know why.  Maybe feet get bigger.
1. The number of M R I scans I am supposed to have of my brain each year  Every year for the last 11 years 11 being the number of years since the brain surgery to remove the 1 tumor that was threatening my eyesight. its growing back.
1 is also the number of mammograms I am supposed to have each year because 2 is the number of lumps I have had removed from my breasts 1 from the left and 1 from the right.
2 is the number of medical tests I am behind on.  Oh well
0 is the number of children I have.  I was never ready and now 0 is the number of uterus I have so the number of children will not change
But 2 is the number of ovaries I still have.  Did you know that you don't always have to give up your ovaries when your uterus is uncooperative?  True story. So 1 time every month I feel extra emotional because I still have hormones. 1 is the number of eggs still produced each month by my ovaries. Alternating left side and right. Or vice versa. I wonder where they go. I wonder if they are cracked.