Cancer sucks. It doesn't care who or what you are. It doesn't care about the color of your skin or the size of your portfolio. It also doesn't care how loved you are.
Tomorrow my aunt Amanda begins her battle against ovarian cancer. There are people I fret over. There are people in this world I worry about. There are people I pray for. Amanda's never made the list before. Funny thing cancer.
She has surgery tomorrow from 4-730 at St. Vincent's Hospital in Portland, OR. She has setup a website at akrportland.com to keep family and friends updated.
Amanda's most visible trait has always been her most beautiful; her strength. I've never met anyone as strong as her. She's never even bothered to knock the dust off after being knocked down. She just gets up and walks on. I think cancer picked the wrong fight.
