Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.

When anything huge happens to me, I always think, this isn't my moment, this is a moment.

When I announced I had cancer on stage, it was my brain leaping to that insane moment of, "There's no way I could start a show saying, 'Hi, I have cancer!'" And also for me to have these scars, and then think, "Oh my gosh, what if I did stand-up and not even acknowledge that my shirt was off, or that I have scars.

I was talking and playing pranks and skipping school, failing pretty much every class I took.

I talk about airplanes and things like that while my scars are on clear view.

It was a free-for-all with music when I was growing up. My mother was a huge music fanatic so I was listening to everything from country to heavy metal to Indigo Girls to Elton John. I guess when I was really young I didn't like Willie Nelson, and she obviously loved him. Now I do too, I'm so thankful to her for playing his music nonstop.

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.