I have, in my 41 years, never had the unfortunate opportunity to look behind the cancer wizard’s curtain and really see what's going on. That is a fortunate thing. That has all changed. I am walking down the greenish hallway that leads to the fire and noise of the curtain room. I myself do not have cancer, but my sister Julie does. So I am a bit like the lion and she's Dorothy. She has to go there; she has no choice but to go face the curtain. I am, in my cowardly form, walking next to her watching knowing that nothing will happen to me, she is the one that has all the pressure. And she is crazy amazing in how positive she is about having surgery next Monday. She is such a cool person. She lives in
