Having a birthday seems like the right time to finally begin telling my story.But where to begin? This seems to be the constant struggle for many people who want to put into words what they have been going through. I have a lot of words, no doubt about that. I will carefully choose them here - or not. Ok - let's get started.
May 5 2009, I called my best friend in Newfoundland & told her that I was starting to write a book. She thought it was a great idea, as she knows that I had enjoyed writing while in school. I said " I don't have a title but here's the first lines: Eight days ago I was told that I have cancer. Five days ago I was told I couldn't have coffee. Which one do you think pisses me off more?"
She laughed generously & I joined right in. Even from across the country, I could picture her face, shaking her head, wondering what was I thinking?
The laughter eventually gave way to silence.
The silence gave way to her gasp of disbelief.
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