I became the butterfly. I got out of the cocoon, and I flew.

I believe I have lots of time. I have to believe that, that it won't come back, and that that's why I'm in good hands. But I also do live my life by putting nothing off.

They have - they do still hit me occasionally, and it's an overwhelming grief for what - even though my life is so good now, even including going through treatment for cancer, my life is incredible.

Smart girls know how to play tennis, piano, and dumb.

And yet, I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was, even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.

Well, right now, technically, I have no breast cancer.

But I'm looking at life, and I'm putting nothing off.