Yesterday was a special day for a friend of mine. It was her last day of radiation. I watched her as she so confidently walked around her diner with a joy that was almost palpable. It is amazing how far she has come in just a few short months.

I remember the day she told me she had to have a biopsy. I had just returned from my surgery and was going through the process with the tissue expanders, still sporting my hat. My friend and I would meet at her place for lunch once a week. She came by the table and told me she had to have a biopsy and was nervous. I told her, as I do everyone, that 8 out of 10 lumps are benign. I was trying to ease her mind, but looking at her and seeing her fear, I feared the worst for her.

I was waiting for her the day she was to meet with the surgeon to get the results. I saw the look on her face and knew the answer. Still hoping for the best, I gave her a thumb’s up only to have her put her head down and shake it “no.” She seemed so fragile and vulnerable. My heart sank. I remembered that feeling and never wanted anyone anywhere to ever have to feel that way ever again.

As time has passed, I’ve seen her go from that frail, scared woman to an amazingly strong, dynamic woman who has fought with all her strength and won this battle. I am abundantly happy for her and so very, very proud of the amazing strength and dignity she has shown the world during this very difficult time.

Congratulations, my friend. Now go put some deodorant on and enjoy yourself!