Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The fashion show went well, which in my frame of reference means I didn't slip and fall on my arse from wearing high heels that were twice the height I'm accustomed to. My runway partner, who is still one spunky lady in my book, chickened out and had them alter her neckline from plunging to merely suggestive. There is something very bonding about working together with 30 other women who have all had breast cancer; we spent our free time trading plastic surgeons names and showing each other our surgical scars. It's fun to be a woman, only women can bond like this.
I'm not sure how many were in the audience, but I thought someone said 500. That doesn't seem possible from the size of the room and the number of tables, I would've guessed more around 250 or 300.
I currently don't have any pictures of the fashion show, so I will give you a picture of me bald with my good friend Br. Robert (of Ad Saeculum fame) who shaved his head when I shaved mine. The photo was taken by Harris at one of the last chemo sessions. What would I do without the friends and family who stood by me so faithfully?