Wanda Billoch

At fifty-eight, it’s very easy to write a brief autobiography because there is no use crying over spilled milk. My life has become a short recollection of the events I like most. So eat your heart out! In a nutshell, I’ve been very busy lately since I’ve been single. Enjoying my extra time and the extra money is really a piece of cake. It’s not that I’ve become rotten to the core, but that I have learned to become a smart cookie. Yes, when life hands you lemons, you can make a nice Margarita! For instance, as a cancer survivor, you might think that I have a lot on my plate. Looking at the bright side, I must confess that now getting away with murder is easy as pie, since everybody tries their best to make me feel fine. This situation might be awkward most of the time, but sometimes makes me feel like the best thing since sliced bread. Take for example last Monday. I went to celebrate the birthday of a good friend in a renowned restaurant chain that customarily gives balloons to children. I popped the balloon of a boy that had it too close to my face! Nobody dared to say a word. What a relief! Suddenly I felt all warm and fuzzy. So how do you like them apples?