You know who I've been thinking a lot about lately? My cousin/godchild Ransom. She's my mother's youngest sister's daughter. She's 15 now, 19 years younger than I am. She's had a tumultuous life this one. She scared the breath out of us when she was not quite two by suddenly being diagnosed with neuroblastoma. I remember the words "12% chance of living". I flew right there to see her in the hospital and she was just this sweet tiny little thing hooked up to all manners of tubes and machines. Eventually she kicked cancer's ass and look at her now:
Isn't she beautiful? She's got a feisty attitude to go with that hair too!!!