Two summers ago, my closest friend received the awful news. She had breast cancer. The last two years have been spent getting operations, chemo, radiation, and more operations. I remember two Octobers ago sitting in the chemo room with my friend. We were looking at a magazine and seeing all the ads about Breast Cancer Awareness Month. We chuckled at the irony. Neither of us needed a special month to be aware of breast cancer. At this point, it was a daily part of our lives. I am happy to report to you that today my friend is cancer free, a survivor; complete with her new boobies and freshly grown hair. She…