Tamara and I have never laid eyes on each other, never communicated beyond blog and Facebook commentary or email, never spoken a word in the other's ear.
But — just as sure as I can reach out and touch Jamie; or just as sure as I can call my parents, my sisters, my brothers when I need them; just as sure as I can let Nurse Tilly lick the tears on my face — I am sure I can count on Miz CancerSucks for inspiration and support.
When we first "met," courtesy of GolfGal, another blogger and cancer survivor, I posted this on Tamara's blog:
"How happy I am to be finding such a supportive, nurturing family out here. I thought I had four sisters — clearly, I have many."
I hope you watch the above video. I hope you heed my advice to have Kleenex handy. And, I hope you'll check out Tamara's blog and her awesome fundraising for the Lance Armstrong Foundation.
I do hope you take the time to do those things. And, if you do, I know — I know — you'll agree with me that behind that beautiful face is a beautiful, beautiful soul.
LIVESTRONG, Tamara! LIVESTRONG!