Dear Fran Drescher #34

Fran, Fran, Fran!

I haven’t written you since October 4 (when I told you about my uneven boobies).

I have great news. I am sitting in Oceanside right now, sending you this letter, but tomorrow, I am going to meet you in person.

I already had a trip planned for Southern California when I heard you were hosting the Fran Drescher’s Health Summit 2016. Of course, I signed up right away. And then had a dream about it. I told my Facebook friends all about it:

I had a dream that I was at the Fran Drescher’s Health Summit 2016. Fran was sitting at a round table and it was my turn for the meet-and-greet. I relayed to her that I had written 33 pretend letters to her on my cancer blog because she was such an inspiration to me while I was going through my own cancer treatment, and she was so touched by my kindness and attentiveness, she had to dab the tears away from her eyes.

When I woke up from the dream, I told my husband Ken, “I got to talk to Fran Drescher for twenty minutes all by myself and I made her cry. It was awesome.”

I also told Ken, “Here’s how it’s really going to go: I will shake her hand—one of sixty lined up in a row for the meet-and-greet—and I will have exactly ten seconds to drool all over myself and mumble something like, ‘Hey, bestie, letters…blog…I’m stalking you…’ while Jodi Rose, my photographer and friend, snaps pictures of my big bahookie from behind. The security guy will swoop in and say, ‘Did I hear someone say stalking?’ and drag me away, kicking and screaming.”

I look forward to having a mimosa with you tomorrow morning. Cheers!

Best friends always,

Marie

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