Gal pal support

You make me laugh. You assure me that all my shoes will find good homes 'after'. You joke about falsies and lopsidedness and migrating implants. You hold me gently so as not to cause me pain. You speculate about baldness. You inspire mad dashes to the loo in hysterical laughter. You are my friends, sisters and nieces, and I love you for harassing me through the pathetic part of breast cancer...