Any Color You Want

Any Color You Want
  I'm in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, living the promise I made to myself on a hospital bed three years ago during breast cancer treatment — a promise to say “yes” as often as I can when life offers something fun or meaningful. But while I’m parasailing over the Pacific for the first time, my new friend Suzanne will be here in California having an unfamiliar experience of her own. Unfortunately, her plan that day is to endure her first round of chemotherapy. The two of us sat next to each other during a short lecture at CancerPartners, a local organization that helps people like us with all sorts of issues. That day, the talk was about a healing technique, reiki, in which trained practitioners use energy to help restore physical and spiritual wellness in others. When we went around the room introducing ourselves, Suzanne, sitting next to me, mentioned she was recently diagnosed. In that split second, I flashed back to those terrifying first moments of my journey with cancer. After the lecture, I asked her how she was holding up, and before I knew it, I was engrossed in a conversation about the surreal quality that life takes on when cancer sneaks into the room. With the fluency of a medical specialist, Suzanne mentioned body parts I hadn’t even heard of that an unwelcome mass had recently attached itself to. The mass grew at a pace that rivaled Jack’s magical beanstalk. My lump also seemed to grow palpably during my long wait for a mammogram. Was it during that interval that the cancer spread to my lymph nodes and sternum? … Wait. That question doesn’t serve me. I refocused my attention on my new friend and the important conversation we were having. We talked about the peculiar reaction friends and acquaintances have towa
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