On one particular morning, I was sitting at the I had survived. farm table, sipping the most delicious Italian espresso I had ever tasted, as I had done I experienced a profound sense of pride and every morning since I arrived. relief. It was really over. I had crossed the finish line! This day was different. Cancer taught me to fight. It taught me that it On this particular morning I had just is OK to standalone, or reach out and lean on finished editing my book, Beautiful Lady that others. chronicled my journey through the hell of cancer. My sole trip to Italy taught me to trust myself again. I am strong. I am smart. I can do this. As I closed my laptop with tears streaming down my face, I felt I had My Beautiful Lady, you can do it too. You can finally crossed the finish line. survive. No matter the challenge, no matter the size of the monster. You are stronger, I had successfully endured months of physical smarter and more stubborn than you think and emotional pain. I had persevered and you are. fought all the demons. You can do it. I had poured my heart out in a book that was my rebirth, my reawakening. That’s how we roll, my Beautiful Lady. We survive! I had learned to more appropriately identify what was important in my life and what wasn’t. I did it.
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