Hello from Orlando. Just me on this trip this time. Tomorrow I meet nine hundred or so other women courtesy of the Young Survival Coalition and their wonderful advocacy of bringing survivors from all over the world together. We may all be in varying stages of our own cancer journeys but with one thing in common: we were all diagnosed with breast cancer before age 40.
Although I must admit I missed Tato and his slow-mo walk to the plane. (He says it's the best part of a trip) I missed Mak wondering what the airplane food will be and if they'll be serving those red juicy hotdogs i still refuse to serve at home. Or MacDaddy all set to conquer every single site like a tourist on crystal meth. So yup, i did kind of miss all of that but must admit I cherished my newfound peace and quiet. Only to find out minutes into the flight that I was stuck next to the world's worst bickering couple. Only this time I couldnt scream: One more fight and nobody gets a bike!