“How are you doing?”   It seems innocent enough and at the time you asked I was laughing and sipping my salted caramel latte. It’s the normal conversation that friends have over coffee, or at the salon, or over the phone. But I would feel like a fraud if I gave you the brush off “I’m good!” I know that you would know that I am lying- especially if you can see my eyes as the fear, anxiety, pain, and tears well up.   I tried it once- to straight out lie. I was at my doctor’s office at a routine visit for my annual health screening.    “I’ve been copied on all of your husband’s medical records. I know about the cancer. And the surgeries.