In many communities, a "punk" is someone who sneaks up on you and attacks you when you least expect it. Cancer is definitely a punk. I was shocked and embarrassed with my breast cancer diagnosis. How could I be fabulous with breast cancer? Right? Where's the power in being sick? For a while, I lived in a darkness so thick I could touch it. Breast cancer introduced me to a level of fear I never imagined I would ever experience. I became depressed and reclusive. I felt devastated, defeated, and at times inconsolable. I hardly recognized the frightened woman in the mirror. She was not me. I...