I was just your average 52 year old single parent with a child in college until one day these three little but horribly impactful words changed my life: "You have cancer."
What follows chronicles my journey to cancer hell and back into the sunshine of life.
Along the way, I read these words and they stuck with me:
Get up. Be grateful.
10/7/12
HAIR
I have some. Enough that I am comfortable going out in public without a hat or scarf. It makes me feel less like a cancer patient and more like a whole person. I even have hair on my legs. Damnit.
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