For now, the piano is improvising. I’m alive and have the kickin’ funeral party arrangements to prove it. To hell with any errant cancer cells that weren’t vanquished by chemo and radiation. They’re not going to dictate when I kick up my heels or how high. And to Breast Cancer, who may think it still has a chance, let me take this public opportunity to say: Bite me!
How Do You Know If You're Dead?
by Tana Suter • More.com Member