Breast Cancer Stole My Bling

Breast Cancer Stole My Bling
I have skinny wrists, so I've never gotten into the habit of wearing bracelets. I seldom get a manicure, so I don’t wear rings that draw attention to my hands. And I can’t remember the last time I wore a necklace. Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but for whatever reason, I’ve never been into bling. For me, there’s been only one jewel that mattered. And breast cancer stole it. Long before that happened, I spotted a guy on an airplane. Back in those days, I lived in Manhattan and traveled frequently for work. I always booked a window seat so that I could barricade myself from other passengers. With a window on one side and a briefcase on the other, I seldom got trapped in long conversations. My briefcase was serious and kind of ugly — a man-sized box of leather. It kept most guys away. On a flight from Portland to New York, though, a passenger caught my eye. When we landed, he plopped into the empty seat next to me and asked what I thought of the movie. Two nights later, we had dinner before he had to fly home to San Francisco. It wasn’t long before I quit my job and headed west. When Gary bought me a diamond and asked me to be his wife, I vowed I’d never take that ring off. Smart, funny, and kind, he surpassed all my hopes. I had hit the jackpot. The ring is a beauty. Delicate lace-like fronds hold an exquisite diamond in place, and the band is scarcely wider than a cord of embroidery floss. I’ve never seen anything like it. “The jeweler said it’s over
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