On Valentines Day, I had lunch with a friend who is in the midst of cancer treatment. She’s no longer wearing a scarf or a cap, as her hair is starting to grow back. She looks beautiful. Through the process, everyone has been moved by her grace and resilience, and we tell her so. But at lunch, my friend admitted that she’s tired of being identified as a sick person, even a courageous one. She wants to be ordinary, again. And that got me to thinking that none of us wants to be labelled as only one part of ourselves. Whether it’s brave cancer survivor or plucky single woman with a cat.