A friend of mine who is now my ReMAX agent (this is now moving at warp speed) was over here yesterday. She had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

She found her funny. She would imagine herself an a fellow chemo patient lurching down the hallway together, hanging onto each other, quick shots of their butt cracks flashing everyone as their hospital ugli-gowns waved in the wind.

Lost her hair.

One day just before she went in for surgery, she ended up ordering, and eating, some four thousand calories of ice cream.

Fuck it, she said, I’m going to lose the weight anyway.

She and I collapsed in laughter. That was five years ago. She’s still got the cancer but she has beaten it into submission with her humor.

And she fucking eats ice cream any goddamned time she wants.