After the workout, we drag our exhausted bodies out of the water and head to the communal showers and dressing room. It's either sluice off commando-style here or smell of chlorine for the rest of the day. Dozens of women sharing six showers is an exercise in community building like no other.
Recently, I asked this group what they wanted to know about breast cancer. I heard, "What are the statistics? Who is still alive and living in spite of having, or having had the disease?"
Then I heard a gentle voice beside me pipe up, "Well, I'm still alive." Emphasis on “I'm!"
As we were both buck naked, I saw that she had a scar similar to mine and in the same spot.
Note: Blame the following on water in my ears.
I said that it was wonderful that that she was entering her 31st year, breast cancer free. She gave me a confused look, leaned over to me and said, “You have it wrong. I was 30 when I had my first breast cancer surgery and that was 50 years ago." She had 50 plus years of living post breast cancer under her bathing suit and also had a second run-in with it during the last five years. So far she's winning that race too.
Don't ya just love it!