Saturday morning wakeup.
I met the most amazing woman today. I’ve given her the nick name Buttercup. She’s very petite, just approaching middle age, and bald. She is battling her third round of cancer. First was leukemia, then ovarian cancer, and now another bout with ovarian cancer.
Buttercup is tiny but fierce, wants to face cancer square in the eyes. Just tell her what the plan is, and she wants to get to it. She’s been stuck so many times with needles, she takes a pass on using lidocaine anymore. She says, don’t bother. It’s just a waste of time.
When I looked at her pretty face today, I pictured her with beautiful yellow hair just like a beautiful buttercup.
I wish you the very best Buttercup. I’m so glad I got to meet you today.