Four words continue to haunt me . . . You. Have. Breast. Cancer. I associate them with the upheaval of my life to this point. The last few months have been a test of my strength . . . mentally, emotionally, and physically. Cancer is a monster. It preys on your mind and it consumes you, consistently reminding you of how your life used to be. Life before cancer. I was a successful business woman, running my own design firm, and was happily married to my college sweetheart. My life seemed perfect. Until it suddenly came crashing down all around me. So, here I am, in the midst of treatment, incinerating the remnants of my shattered marriage and attempting to piece the rest of my life back together. With three amazing friends pushing me forward, the 'post-chemo' finish line is coming into view. And then . . . there's him. The man I never anticipated. The one who breathes hope and meaning back into my life. A man who kisses my scars and shows me that I'm beautiful. I never expected him. Hell, I never expected cancer. I'm finally ready to write my future, a future I never planned on, but one that is better than I could've ever imagined.