There's nothing quite like a cancer diagnosis to suddenly ram you into a brick wall lead role of what's sure to be a below-the-D-list tear jerker.
Unlike when I was an aspiring model, these days I haven't any desire to be the center of attention.
I'm really happy...and comfortable... being behind the scenes.
I make a pretty decent sidekick (especially under the influence of vodka)
but as the Star of this sad and sappy train wreck???
Fuck.
This.
This "thing" is going to focus spot light attention on me, and I'm going to have to graciously deal with that.
NOW.
No hiding.
No running away.
And no way to quickly unwrap the gift of self sabotage.
It's Monday.
It's out there.
"Janine has breast cancer".
It's 8am.
Soon my friends will want to drop by.
Very soon the phone will start ringing.
Oh for the love of Pete.
Here.
We.
Go.
