I've been feeling well enough today – while I mostly laid around like a lump – to get a little philosophical. I've come to the conclusion I don't like the phrase cancer survivor. To me, surviving seems like something that just happens, like you survive a bear attack. What? I watched Brave last night with Punkette. Anyway, I think the biggest factor in walking away from a grizzly bear bent on making you dinner is probably luck. A whole heck of a lot of luck.
I'd rather be known as something a little more proactive. How about cancer-ass-kicking-head-knocking-and-name-taking-WARRIOR-CHICK? Yeah, that might be a bit of a mouthful. Let's just go with WARRIOR.
BTW, if those Chinese symbols I think represent warrior spirit actually mean something like Taco Bell, please let me know. Thanks. ;-)