Shaving the hair off my head has opened my eyes to the absurdity I have placed on the importance of having a  “Good Hair Day.”  I feel liberated from my own fear of being labeled, sick, by other people.

Having the cancer wreak havoc with my spine I learned to sit quietly in a wheelchair, and now feel normal walking with a cane.  I cherish the road to “healing” when I keep living past my expiration date “miraculous.”

Of course, I would not be alive if it were not for my husband David, and all my friends.  Life is about the people who you love enough to take care of, and vice versa.








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