My pre-reconstruction stance as a breastless Amazon Warrior. Photograph by Kellie Yandle at www.kreativeimages.net.
Breast and Ovarian cancer Warriors!
So many faves, and only two ears to listen.
It's a Wonderful Life, Splendor in the Grass, Barefoot in the Park, Enchanted April, Chocolat, The Greatest, Heart of the Sea documentary about Rell Sunn, Joe vs the Volcano, GATTACA, Harold and Maude, anything pee-my-pants funny.
Saturday Night Live, especially reruns with Gilda Radner, John Belushi, Jane Curtin, Dan Akroyd, Lorraine Newman, and Bill Murray.
The Velveteen Rabbit aka How Toys Become Real (Margery Williams), It's Always Something (Gilda Radner), The Old Man and The Sea (Ernest Hemingway), my copy of Leaves of Grass (Walt Whitman), Robert Frost, and Henry David Thoreau.
There are so many, like stars in the night sky. But, for now all, including spouses, who step into the ring as if possessed by the combined spirits of Muhammad Ali and Oscar de la Hoya, to pummel the bleep out of stupid breast and ovarian cancers. Those Superwomen who won breast cancer wars but lost the battle like Rachel Carson (founder of the contemporary environmental movement), Rosalind Franklin (pre-discoverer of DNA before silly Crick and Watson), Canadian poet Pauline Johnson, beloved BRCA1 and BRCA2'ers Gilda Radner, Soraya, et al -- and particularly all my pre-vivor friends who have taken the courageous albeit necessary draconian steps of preventative treatment.