On the MetroRail back to Hermann Park, I sat next to a group of nurses who worked for the doctor who gave me the news that I had breast cancer. I remembered how she told me that everything was going to be fine, that I was going to survive this, though I was crying and wondering, “why me?”
I told the nurse the short version of this story, and to tell Doctor N that she was right and that I was grateful for how she handled the most difficult and darkest diagnosis of my life.
She and her fellow nurses cheered. They love their boss and she was forever a part of my breast cancer story.
Sassy Dreams Awake 