This is a story about my trip down breast cancer lane—a real upper, I know. The purpose is twofold. First, for me this is therapeutic. It helps me avoid breaking down in the middle of Starbucks and telling random people to pray for me, which I have done. It also helps me avoid retail therapy, which has already cost my mother and me a pretty penny and if we keep it up we will be living at your house. I need to find a more fiscally responsible way to cope with cancer. In other words, it is the healthy way of coping. I hope. Second, if I can give any young woman facing a similar battle some guidance, hope, inspiration, encouragement, or a laugh then bring it. I will laugh, I will cry, but most of all I will get through this and I want to help others get through this as well. I don’t think my story is special. I realize thousands of women are going through this every day. All I want is to put my story out there with the hope that it can be of some amount of help. For my friends and family who may read this, I want you all to know that without you I would be lying dead in a Starbucks somewhere. I would not have made it through these past few months without you. Thank you for all the calls, cards, flowers, cookies, etc. that you have sent. Words cannot express my gratitude. I love each and every one of you. This is only the beginning of my fight with breast cancer but I am going to make the journey as positive as I can and I intend to smile the entire way to the finish line.