Hey my people,

Meet my friend Gin B, who's dealing with recurrent breast cancer. I would not care to be the cancer cells messing with Gin B. She is a strong, smart woman, and she's winning: Her numbers are getting better and her hot spots are getting smaller. (Suck it up, c cells.) Had we met a few years ago, Gin and I would have bonded while closing down bars and drag-racing motorcycles. We both inclined to the bad-girl worldview, is what I'm saying. In our peer group, nutrition was not a priority.

But these days Gin has been exploring new ways to kick butt. Like juicing.

"I'm on this carrot, beet and orange juice kick, and I LOVE IT!" she told me yesterday. That's after her two daily shots of wheatgrass. "Some days I eat french fries, but I just keep trying to be healthy every day."

I don't think this rules out racing motorcycles. I figure if there's one thing stronger than juicing, it's juicing with attitude.

What's your experience? Does defiance come in handy? Or does it make your cancer journey harder?