ANNIE (LEFT) AND LULU, EIGHT WEEKS OLD, THE DAY I BROUGHT THEM HOME.
Like many women who’ve had breast cancer, sometimes I think about why I’m still here. In part it was due to the type and stage of my cancer, my good physical shape and the great medical care I received, but I always come back to my faith in God and my determination to survive. And when I think about the word “survivorship,” and all the courageous people, dealing with their own set of problems, it may sound strange, but also I think of my 16-month-old puppy, Lulu.
At birth, if you’d calculated Lulu’s odds of surviving, they would have been slim to none.
The computer startup screen and Ramborella logo™ designed for me by the friend who nicknamed me Ramborella™
When I was in my 30s, a friend nicknamed me Ramborella.™ Because I raced cars, interviewed drug lords and searched for buried treasure, he said my adventurous nature made me part Rambo and part Barbarella. While I liked being compared to Jane Fonda, it was Barbarella’s and Rambo’s survival instincts I admired.
Perhaps Ramborella should be one of the definitions of “woman.” Ramborella is a woman who goes to great lengths to survive what life puts in her path.