So with the wallowing, it’s been easy to forget that I have some of the best friends on the face of the planet. Seriously.

First of all, there is the part where I’m lucky to be in love with my best friend. The sidekick has a cold right now, but he’s the best friend a ninja could ever hope to have. He actually has made it easier when live gets hard. And he holds me when I cry. And sometimes, that’s what I really need.

But this post is dedicated to the awesomeness of my friends. If your friends is true they’ll be there with you, through the thick and thin.

And although TLC may be without their L… I am not without my friends!

This week alone, I got a hat in the mail that was not only knitted by a Jeopardy! champion,  but says “Breast Cancer Ninja”

Best. Breast Cancer Ninja hat. EVER! (Says “BREAST CANCER” on other side)

And then that same day, when I asked friends about lipstick to make myself feel better, another friend, who lost her mom to cancer in the last couple of years and gained a brother/son who is about the age of my son gave me a gift of a Sephora gift card so that I can buy more lipstick to make me feel like a girl, even without the boobs and hair that I’m accustomed to seeing on myself.

I even have wonderful friends from college who are posting on my FB wall to let me know that they are thinking of me, even if we haven’t talked in person for 15+ years, or another friend whose sons play football with my 9-year-old and I just met after my diagnosis, but texts me almost every day to make sure I’m OK and the kid will get to practice or the next game on time.

At work, I have a whole TEAM of amazing colleagues who keep telling me that I do look like I have boobs, not just “spared tissue” as I think of them, or that my hair looks good, when I really, really hate it. They are the folks who gave me the boobloons, and the sign that I keep outside my bedroom so I see at least once a day:

You can’t read the writing, but it’s messages of encouragement and love from some of the most talented tech PR people on the planet. Seriously.

I work with people who could be focused on their job (they are kind of launching Windows 8 this month) but they make me feel loved. And I can never, ever make it clear to them all how much that means.

Today I even made a brand new friend, my Bright Pink, “Pink Pal,” another young mom who recently went through chemo, a bilateral mastectomy, and reconstruction. Even though I was yelling at her on my cell phone from the side of my son’s football practice field, it felt SO good to know I’m not alone. There are other young, healthy women who are dealing with the same shit.

As a matter of fact, my pal Tina was able to give me some great, and very timely advice. (Don’t use the tape lint roller on my head…)

See, today, my hair started falling out by the handful.

It started a tiny bit last night, but by the shower this AM, it felt like there was more hair than usual in the drain. And when I used a little bit of my “True Wax” (which smells AMAZEBALLS) in my hair, my hand came away covered in little strands. And if I pull on any little bit to style it, or because it ITCHES, I come away with, well, a handful of hair.

I’ve cried about it approximately 5 times today. Would have been more, but after I put the little monkey to bed, I broke out the Costco brand Golden Margarita.

For the first time ever, I’m officially blogging buzzed, and I don’t think the sidekick is going to appreciate how much margarita is missing when he wakes up from his NyQuil induced slumber on Friday AM.

Then again, since I was crying while working when he came home tonight, he will probably forgive me.

Did I mention that I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend? For 20 years, and counting.

I know I’ve said it before, but I’m one lucky-ass ninja. Even WITH the breast cancer part.

Yeah- drunk blogging. But I REALLY do love you guys!

And isn’t this better than if I started drunk dialing?  🙂