Shortly after being diagnosed, I went to visit my cousin and life-long friend, Lil. As she cracked open a bottle of Merlot, I proceeded to bawl my eyes out about my dismal future with cancer. Lil, being the no-nonsense person that she is, would have none of it. “Stop your whining,” she said. “You will still be hot, even with one boob. You are going to beat this thing, and then you’ll go on to live a kick-ass life.”
As I slowly transition from my cancer fighting warrior mode, into survivor mode, I find myself fulfilling Lil’s prophecy. I am living, what I consider to be a kick-ass life! If you are having visions of me zip-lining, bungee jumping, or parachuting, let me stop you right there. I prefer to take my adrenaline rush in smaller doses. Take yesterday, for example. I put my SUV in the garage for repairs and was delighted to discover that my loaner for the day was a white sports car, complete with a full tank of gas, the new car smell, and a rockin’ stereo! The old Flo would have been cautious about using this flashy vehicle, but kick-ass Flo said, “I’m taking this baby for a ride!”
I ignored my chores and spent my afternoon cruising along the coast, visiting garden centers and nurseries along the way (yes folks, I am really living life on the edge now). I blatantly ignored the speed limits, and even burned some rubber taking off from a stop sign. Bear in mind that an entire funeral procession once passed me on the highway, and I have been pulled over by the police for driving too slow. With my favorite tunes blasting on the stereo, I sang to the top of my lungs while playing imaginary drums on the steering wheel. “Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long….” Drinking in the beauty of the scenic coast line on that perfect sunny day, I was simply buzzed on life!
Tip: Go and live a kick-ass life, whatever that may mean to you.