Still warm from sleep, I fluffed the pillows and made the bed, reassured by the aroma of fresh, black coffee. My husband and I were leaving for New York where I would undergo my second cancer surgery. As I closed the curtains, I marveled at our amazing view of the shoreline, ocean, and marsh. Blue skies. Calm seas. Smooth sailing. I paused. What would my story be in two weeks when I returned? Three days later, the multiple surgeries were over. I still didn’t know my diagnosis, but my face had been rearranged. Two packets of fabric bolsters were sewn in inconvenient places on my face. One cushion crowded my…