F*ck Cancer

i paid a visit to my beautiful friend who has taken to identifying herself as “captain cancer.” a little over a month since her surgery for colon cancer and you would never know that not too long ago she was suffering from a life threatening disease.

notice i said, “was” – that’s because after a few post-surgery diagnostic tests she was cleared with a clean bill of health! it’s a miracle, baby.

she was absolutely radiant in her sundress and wet hair straight from the shower. sure she moved a little slower than normal but slowing down a bit is good for us all. and the only sign of relaxation in the woman’s body was the slow shuffle of her legs.

meanwhile, her mind was going at a million miles per minute. already trying to figure out how she’ll use this cancer thing to her advantage – maybe by writing a raunchy and inappropriate one woman show on her experience or by producing equally inappropriate but motivating t-shirts that simply say “f*ck cancer” across the chest.

that’s my gena girl. what can i say?