Think you need the perfect thing to say or do when tragedy strikes? Think again. In this blog we will talk about how Pink Package came to life and how you can be involved in your [mom, sister, colleague, friend, boss, neighbor]'s cancer journey. Sitting in the Emergency Room... It's 11pm a week before Christmas. I'm sitting. Alone. In a dark hospital. My husband had finally gone into surgery for an emergency appendectomy after 11 agonizing hours of waiting. But what am I thinking of... how freaking starving I am. Selfish, I know. Phone a Friend... I'd just had my fourth chemo treatment the day before and I hadn't eaten anything all day. I was exhausted and so hungry that I was contemplating eating the sugar packets by the very dirty coffee machine. I picked up my iPhone to call my friend and colleague Susan; someone who can effortlessly make me laugh. (Susan if you're reading this... I feel violated. I'm not sure how, I just do. Little inside joke