Megan is only 30 and she has just had a brush with cancer. That is far too young to face such a challenge and it's changed her permanently which she told me this morning over coffee at the usual haunt. I told her that these things are sometimes good because the appreciation for life only increases afterwards and we grow as human beings.

Completely in remission, she will now be watched carefully to make sure it doesn't return. After she confided, I am tempted to tell her I am trans and perhaps I may still but tend to hold back when I don't think it's relevant since I am not looking for pity from anyone at this point in life. All I know is that she is a lovely young woman with a relaxed attitude and the other day I met her Colombian husband who is more guarded than her but equally nice.

I think I will really value her friendship.


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