I finished reading Nora Ephron's "I Remember Nothing" memoir tonight. I randomly picked up this gem on a Friday date night trip to Barnes and Noble. This lady was brilliant. Not only did she direct and write some of my all-time favorite movies--Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, and You've Got Mail-- she seems to have been a wonderful and feisty gal. Not gonna lie, now that I read her last book, she's totally one of my "Dead or Alive: Who Would You Like To Meet?" choices. (I'm also currently downloading 2 of her other books on my iPad as I type this.)
Back to the quote. I could be quiet about my (very intense) hatred of tanning beds. I could keep my medical crap private. I probably should keep 90% of what I post on this blog private. But you know what? People would not learn, this would just be another blog warning people about the dangers of skin cancer. My goal is higher than that. I need people to see what it is like LIVING WITH MELANOMA. It's not something that just goes away. That fear doesn't just disappear. That lifestyle change lasts forever. (Or it should. If you keep tanning after a melanoma diagnosis, I judge you.)
Maybe this blog offends some people. Some may think it is for my benefit only. (And they wouldn't be entirely wrong. It is the best type of therapy for me!) Others may think it's an attention seeker. Whatever.
It's mine and I love it.
I'm not always being a lady. (I mean, have you seen these pictures?)
I'm telling it like it is and pissing people off. (Like here.)
I am making some trouble for other young girls
simply because I don't want to see them in the chemo suite.
Tonight I thank Nora Ephron for motivating me
not to be a (silent) lady.