Immediately after my diagnosis in March, my doctors told me I was going to run the gauntlet of All Of The Cancer Big Guns. Because of my young age, the size and nature of the cancer, and the risk of metastases, I learned that I would have the most powerful chemotherapy available, followed by the most aggressive surgery, followed by radiation therapy.  As Dr....

My hair is fluffy. (After the weightiness of cardiac drama and car drama, let’s turn to something truly frivolous and inconsequential: what to do with my hair?) When it was first growing in, it was cute: I used some product to make it spikey-sticky-uppy.  (At least, I think it was cute.  People told me it was cute.) Now, at about an inch and a half, it is...