Life Is Full Of Wonder,

I'm One Of Those People That Will Say, 'my Cancer Was A Gift.'

What People Don't Get Is That Hair Is Such A Big Part Of Our Identity.

It's So Hard To Listen To These Trains Outside My Window, Here It Comes Again. And It's Calling Me, Begging Me, Follow Me Down The Track. And It Moans So Dark And Low, Baby Ain't Comin' Back... It Sounds Like Crying, It Sounds Like Letting Go. Breathing And Lying, Sinking And Dying Slow. And I Watch From My Window, Touching The Cold Glass Sky. As The Train Rolls Down The Track, I Say Goodbye.

Be Strong, Believe In Who You Are; Be Strong, Believe In What You Feel.

On The Road, As A 'rock Star,' There's Superficial Attention And Adulation Is Thrown At You For A Couple Of Hours - Then You're Alone In Your Room And It's Lonely.