Facebook has been a tough place to go, recently. It’s heart-wrenching to log in and read as another friend (or the parent of a young child) announces a cancer diagnosis. Some days it feels like too much. “God, why?” I ask. And then I tremble at the thought that the next cancer patient could be my child, my husband or even myself.
Shaken Not Stirred… A Chemo Cocktail is the cancer chapter in my story. It’s a series of postcards from the other side of breast cancer and chemo. Been there, done that, had to buy a new T-shirt. When the glass is half full, being optimistic is pretty much a 50/50 chance. But when I was staring at two empty cups in the mirror? Yikes! If that’s not life handing out “lemons” then I don’t know what is. And I know, everybody always says to “make lemonade” when you get a twist of your fate like that… but I guess I’m more of a lemontini kind of girl. Ha! The lemonade never sees the vodka coming. Now that’s a twist I can dance. Shaken Not Stirred… A Chemo Cocktail is one part hope, a dash of bitter, a splash of sweet, with a twist of humor, and served on the rocks. It’s a comedy about my tragedy. Yeah, I know cancer isn’t funny. It sucks. But, I believe laughter heals. So hold still while I tickle your funny bone.
