The truth is I never felt brave, badass, or blessed. I never felt like a warrior or a survivor.  To me, “survivor” felt like a word you use when you think you’re going to die, but you don’t.  I never thought I was going to die. Not then anyway…someday, yes, of course.  I was diagnosed, I had two surgeries, I had 4 weeks of radiation and then I moved on. Onward and upward. Whats next?  Let’s do this thing called…