Why Dear Amy?

"Dear Amy..."

This isn't my first bout with breast cancer. When this happened last year, I journaled about the experience but did it privately to my friend Amy in Denver, and just told her to store them for me...she'd know what to do with them if something needed to be done with them. And each of them had the subject line "Dear Amy."

And now, here I am again, facing down a temporary hairless existence and I'm thinking, "What the hell!" and have decided not to hide. So, for those of you who choose to, join me on the ride through the wonders of dealing with the disease.

It's not that bad... Okay, maybe it's not great, but I promise to throw you all of the diamonds I find along the way;)