It's Gotten To The Point Where If

I Don't Want To Be 'the Girl With Cancer' ... I Just Didn't Want That To Be My Only Thing. But It Is Part Of Me. And It's A Big Part Of Me.

I Can't Remember A Time When My Mom Didn't Work. She Has Forever Been On The Move: A Go-getter. When My Brother Adel And I Had A Paper Route As Kids, My Mom Would Get Up Before Us At The Crack Of Dawn To Drop Off The Washington Post At Different Corners.

From Time To Time, I'll Look Back Through The Personal Journals I've Scribbled In Throughout My Life, The Keepers Of My Raw Thoughts And Emotions. The Words Poured Forth After My Dad Died, When I Went Through A Divorce, And After I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer. There Are So Many What-ifs Scribbled On Those Pages.

Weight Is Just Not A Hot Button. In Fact, During My Life, It Probably Should Have Been On My Radar Screen A Bit More. I Look Back At Work Photos And Am Shocked. Was I Eating The People I Was Interviewing?! Good Lord, I Was Big.

There Are Two Types Of People: The Ones Who Give You 50 Reasons It Can't Be Done ... And The Ones Who Just Do It.