Rarely does a day offer clarity in so many ways.  One day in August 2005 I recall the bright blue sky acting as if it was specifically shining down on me.  And I can still clearly hear the click of my sandals as I crossed the pavement to get to my car.  My eyes were damp but my hopes were high.  Though I was optimistic, I could never have known what a priceless and precious gift I carried in the little white paper bag.  I had just walked out of the compounding pharmacy with my first dose of bio-identical hormones.  Like a kid at