But my sister has a terrific, earthy sense of humor and has kept me laughing for 40 years. We have laughed a lot sense her diagnosis - in person, on the phone, and through texts. We've sent each other boob jokes and ridiculous breast themed etsy crafts and pithy sayings about all the crap life can throw at you. And all that humor has helped. This wasn't a journey Robin was expecting to take, but she'll make the best of it. And teach us how to live in the process.
Robin has a huge collection of fun, quirky friends and they have surrounded her with love and support and their own brand of humor. Last night, a group of friends threw her a party. The invitations read "You are cordially invited to attend a Boob Voyage Party in honor of Robin and her killer boob, before it's transformation into something fabulous and cancer-free!"
There were pink balloons and pink Mardi Gras necklaces and a pink feather boa.
We had a good time celebrating Robin.
Because Robin is such a strong, funny, caring presence for all of us and we are so grateful to have her in our lives. Killer boob and all.