Rachel

USA - She was a cancer blogger. NO that doesn’t mean what you think it means. She didn’t wallow in self-pity, she never demanded we wear one color or another to represent anything, and she almost always made me smile. I knew more about what her dog rolled in that day than I did about her scars and pain. She was honest and sage, sassy and bright. Her husband’s name, to the best of my knowledge, is "beloved". That’s what she called him – now, how dear is that? Her oncologist? "Dr. Cuteness". She didn’t have hair, but wore cool hats to camouflage. She only had one hand that worked well, but she did what everyone should try to do:

She reached out to everyone with the other.