I like New Orleans and I love my surgeon, as well as the staff at St. Charles Surgical center but sure wish I wasn’t making so many new friends because of cancer. A volunteer at the Hope Center gave Bri and I a ride to the grocery store today. She told us to be sure to come to the dinner at the lodge on Monday evening — her family was hosting it in memory of their son. He died just over a year ago. He was 20 years old. Bri and I had dinner last night with a woman and her husband from Idaho. She was here for stage 1 reconstruction after having just completed her chemotherapy. Her head was nicely wrapped in a colorful scarf to cover her bald head. I shared the hospital floor with 12 other cancer victims. All lovely people but I wish our meeting could be under different circumstances.
Like many other cancer victims, I hate the color pink. Pink is a cute color that little girls wear as they start life. It’s a happy color. It is NOT the color of cancer! The color of cancer is ugly, it takes life not gives it. It is not cute nor happy. I think it should be “puke.”