A brief, interesting profile of Edie Falco, so different from Carmela. An excerpt:
Ten years ago I could have gotten breast cancer and would have been no less worthy of all this fancy treatment, but I wouldn’t have gotten it. My family’s like, ‘Shut up, just go to these doctors.’
“I would be whisked off to these rooms, while there are women in the waiting rooms in their hospital gowns looking down with their arms around a cup of tea, and it’s [deleted] heartbreaking, because that’s me, that’s the real me, that’s the me that I’ve been far longer than this other one. I feel like a fraud, because I feel like I should say, ‘No, I’ll wait in the waiting room like everybody else.’ But part of me is, ‘Take it, take what’s being handed to you.’