[Laurel]

Ellie, you would be certifiably psycho if you were not fearful. The recent losses to our Merry Band of Pranksters has rocked us all. I think fear and worry lie just beneath our facades of composure at all times, never leaving our conscious minds for long enough to be considered a peaceful respite. Only those of us who have literally trembled with the fear that accompanies those three little shattering words "you have cancer" can fully comprehend your anxiety. We are all anxious for you and for all who undergo their tests and scans.

I know none of us has a future beyond our next breath. Nothing is promised or guaranteed. Still what would a day be like without the specter of cancer over our shoulders? Oh to possess that mistaken confidence of our futures, of a long life, to be asleep at the wheel of our lives believing we have TIME.

The truth is none of us have any assurance of a tomorrow. The difference is that we no longer live in that pre-cancer wonderland where we felt confident of achieving old age. I joke that my soul goal in life is to LIVE to be a crazy, old, cat lady! My darling children tell me that I am well on my way to achieving my goal, because I am crazy, have very spoiled kitty-cats, and I am female (we'll leave the "lady" part for when I become one! HA!). All I need is the "OLD" adjective and I've made it!

Hoping for old age for us all! May we all be the craziest old bitties to ever walk this earth! Hail the Her2 heroes!