About 2/3 of the way through the show, between songs, a woman asked my bandanna-ed self, "Do you have breast cancer?"
Wow, no one has just said this to me before. "Why do you ask?" I said.
"Because I'm a survivor," she said. "Three years. Stage 3A. I was 37 when I was diagnosed."
We talked some after the show, I got her card (damn, why don't *I* have cards??) and we talked cancer.
A few moments later, outside on the street, another woman greeted me. I still don't know her name.
I could see her port, it's still in her chest, plainly visible. She had a halter dress on. Her hair was short, obviously still growing out. She was ebullient.
"I see your port," I told her.
"Feel my boobs!" she said. I did. They felt — and looked — pretty convincing. She said before, "the girls were sagging," and now with her post mastectomy breasts, they were perky.
That was 2 women in the X show, under 40, who've had breast cancer. Both strangers to me, both lifting me up and telling me, You are going to be all right, girl.