Breast cancer is yucky. If I could choose not to have it, I would give it up in a heartbeat. But it’s not all sadness and tears either. It’s chocolate covered strawberries for breakfast. It’s playing hooky from school to go bowling and eat chocolate shakes. It’s love in the way of a magic blanket from my BFF. (Lewis has discovered the magic.) It’s less about seeking the approval of people and more about leaning on my Savior. It’s a new recliner to recover in. (C and O have temporarily taken it over.) It’s a college friend who has gone before me…