She walked into her kitchen one morning and announced to her husband, "I'm dying." She didn't know why she said it; she just knew it was true. Two months later, she celebrated her sixtieth birthday with a five-hour dose of chemotherapy followed by a thoracic radiation chaser to treat her small cell lung cancer-the very same disease that had taken her mother four years earlier. With an unblinking eye and irrepressible humor, the author chronicles cancer in real time from diagnosis to treatment and the maybe, but never for sure, prognosis. Coupling a regimen of Reiki and exercise with a fuggedaboutit philosophy, the author finds a way to get in front of a disease with a meager twenty percent survival rate. Now, three years later, she shares her funny and poignant story- and those of her four cherished supporters-with cancer patients, partners and caregivers.