One of Australia’s hardest-working comedians is still laughing at the timing of a breast cancer diagnosis just as she set out to launch a book about wellness. Two days out from surgery, she talks burnout, Buddhism and saying goodbye to her boobs Judith Lucy cannot get a cold. A few hours before I’m due to meet her for a walk around the rose gardens and classic conservatory of the St Kilda Botanical Gardens, a stone’s throw from her home in Melbourne’s south-east, the beloved comedian is on a telehealth call from the front seat of her publicist’s car.
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