What, you’ve never worn a coconut bra to chemotherapy? At thirty-six, Kimberly considered herself lucky - her life revolved around coffee, cats, and cracking jokes. Unfortunately, another “C” word lurked in the shadows. She watched helplessly as her old reality gave way to a new one. A scarier one. A bald, bizarre, baffling way of life. How could her body betray her like this? But despite the daunting diagnosis, Kimberly faced her fears with colorful costumes, wild wigs, and a sprinkle of sass. With every tear she shed, eyelash she lost, and meltdown she endured, Kimberly realized that a little darkness doesn’t have to dampen your spirit. Because cancer isn’t funny - but a touch of tumor humor might be the perfect prescription.