Another Blogger

I can't really call myself a blogger since I'm not a regular writer/contributor to this blogspot. I usually just write about trips, family, holidays, and other major events in my life. This isn't one of those. I'm writing about finding a blogger who connects with me. Her blog is called "Cancer Bitch," and I discovered it after hearing her on NPR.
"Oh, my god, that's my writing teacher!" I said out loud as I stared at the little portable radio on the table in kitchen of our new apartment. I recognized her voice before it sunk in that she WAS the Cancer Bitch. I knew she sometimes contributed to NPR with little essays about food, feminism, and life. The topic that day was much more personal and a little frightening, but still detailed with the same humor and insight found in her other essays.
She must have been diagnosed with the big "C" while we were living in Seattle. (I just realized that I have trouble saying and even typing that word. Is that why she's chosen the pseudonym Cancer Bitch to show it's not a death pronouncement and that you don't have to take situation lying down?) Her blog records her feisty acceptance of her situation.
I could never share such a truamatic experience so publicly. But how would she keep chemo a secret? Her hair loss, pictured on www.cancerbitch.blogspot.com, gives testament to her membership into a new club. And does belonging to this new club not only change her identity but her focus and perspective as a writer? She's not just the Jewish feminist writer/teacher I knew five years ago. And then I discover while reading past posts that she got married while I was away from Chicago. That makes me happy. I guess that puts her in the married Jewish Feminist writers with cancer club.