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" was Quivers' first thought, an idea she found sufficiently hilarious to share with Stern on the phone. The problem, she learned, was a cancerous mass pressing on her bladder.During the surgery, doctors were initially pessimistic as they discovered how far the cancer had spread.
She's wearing a flowing blue top, ankle-length stretchy black pants and sparkly flip-flops showing off toenails painted blue this morning, in her first pedicure of the year.
The room, like the rest of the house, is minimally decorated, with nearly empty bookshelves – she's had other priorities."Over the years," she says, "people have often said to us that they were going through some horrible thing in their life – maybe the worst thing that had ever happened, or that they could think would ever happen – and that, somehow, in that state, we made them laugh.
And I was like, ' That's a wonderful calling.'"For the past year and a half, Quivers was one of those people.
Yesterday was the first time in months she'd seen herself with a full head of hair – a curly, reddish-brown weave, to be specific.
Until now, she didn't have enough of her own hair to attach it, and she wasn't ready to glue a wig to her head.
They emerged every couple of hours to share increasingly dire forecasts with Quivers' friend Susan Schneidermesser, who passed on the updates via phone to Quivers' other friends.