It's hard to believe I'm letting Emma talk me into meeting her for drinks tonight. I've been intentionally distancing myself from her because I don’t want her to know I have cancer. I can't bear to see the look of pity in her eyes. Maybe it's selfish, but I want her to remember the healthy and vibrant me, not some sick and dying woman, just a shadow of my former self. Thankfully, I feel good today. Although I'm starting t...