Invasive ductal carcinoma was the tag given this nasty little visitor in my body. My mom and sister sat around my dining room table that afternoon, stunned and scared, arranging their bodies underneath this huge black cloud that had settled over my house. Your breathing changes when news like this hits. There are waves of sheer terror that wash over your body at the most inconvenient moments, there is pain, there is sadness, there is change in perspective, there is appreciation and there really is a decision that must be made about how you choose to face things. My instincts seem to be pointing me away from the dark side and encouraging me to ‘find the funny’ most of the time. And there really is a lot of funny in this trip. There is also huge opportunity for growth (not referring to the tumours here) and reflection. Here is where I hope to share a little of both. Stay tuned.