I've come to realize that chemo would be so extremely different if I wasn't surrounded by the people who constantly make me smile and laugh.
At some of my chemo sessions, I'm joined by a very special guest - my sister.
Throughout this whole experience/journey/nightmare, really - whatever you want to call it - my sister has been my ride-or-die.
She has kept me sane, she has kept me humane and she does it all with a silly smile on her face.
When I first was diagnosed, Andrea was the first person I called.
To be honest, I knew there was nothing she could say other than "OH FK, IT'S CANCER?!" but she somehow still managed to make me laugh and promised to tackle it together.
My sister, although seven years older than me, is truly my best friend and one of the only individuals who knows how to genuinely take a shitty sitation and turn it into something lively and exciting (hence: my BOOBLERETTE).
I really do realize how lucky I am to call her mine. Andrea, you are the most absolute caring, selfless woman that I know. You turn cloudy days, brighter and you do it with the best attitude. I love you Andrea. May we only celebrate more days KICKING CANCER'S ASS.