I met the bossiest cancer survivor on the planet last night.
Breast cancer survivor, elite athlete, double mastectomy in December.
She had me almost believing that the surgery was a piece of cake, that I wouldn't need to take any pain medications at all, ("I only took an extra strength Tylenol...once").
If I were as competitive as I would like to think I am I would have scoffed at the idea of taking any medicine at all.
Her intensity was matched with her sweetness. She just wanted to light a fire under me and tell me that everything was going to be all right, different, but all right.
To be honest it was a lot to take in on a Saturday night. And it left me a little exhausted.
My latest chemo treatments are wrecking havoc on my skin. I have a pretty intense "rash" on my face that simply looks like a bad case of teenage acne.
A really bad case.
Talk about adding insult to injury.
Someone told me that it is a sign that the chemo is working.
Sort of like a wedding planner reassuring the bride that rain is a sign of luck on her wedding day.
Come to think about it - it did rain on my wedding day.
And everything turned out just fine.