Today I am going to thank Courtney Smith Rae for introducing me to Meg Berte in 2003. We had coffee in Grand Central. Meg and I compared cancer war stories. Her story made mine sound like a bad hair day.
Six years ago, almost to the day, Meg wrote me this email:
After I “survived” I had three years of hell (and this was AFTER the treatment). My intestine was mangled, I lost 30 pounds and the doctors didn’t know how I might be able to keep food down — I couldn’t get surgery to repair my intestine b/c of all the chemo. Then, one after the other, both of my lungs collapsed when I was a…
