I got my first hair a few weeks ago. Before surgery, my friend Mercedes Pena decided that I needed to get in touch with my emotions. A long-distance call once or twice a year is enough for me. But Mercy insisted. Sure enough, I was not happy about having a radical mastectomy.
Cancer is good for the priorities.
Traffic, for one thing, is not worth getting upset about. You can't get through this without a lot of help from your friends. I had a party for all my helpers after I got through with chemo. It's hard for me to talk about things that I care deeply about without at least trying to be funny, but I told them how much they mean to me. The value of that friendship is so much greater than any of the suffering caused by cancer that it's not even remotely close.