I watched Karen as she reached into her handbag and pulled out a deep red lipstick, probably a color she had worn for over 30 years. Then she reached for an eyebrow pencil and she drew on the brows that framed her clear blue eyes. She peered into a small mirror and...
Stage 4 cancer. Hope lives, even as we run the marathon. While metastatic breast cancer can and does kill quickly, for many of us this disease is a marathon. When I was first diagnosed over six years ago with a particularly aggressive type of the disease, I had some...
I may be a slow learner. It occurred to me yesterday that in spite of the popular rhetoric about battling cancer, being a warrior and fighting the good fight, I am not fighting against a foe. Rather, I am fighting for the ability to live my life the way I choose. At...
Reading the post Kate shared with us, expressing her feelings of loss, clinging to hope for others, we were honored to share this essay with our readers. We remember just a few of our sisters who will not be here with us this Christmas. For all the Susan’s,...
Reading over Jacquelyn’s story… this line jumped out at me. “Chemotherapy for me was a baptism from the inside out, the bad had to die off so I would be reborn.” The grand reveal of Gay Pasley’s capture of Jacquelyn’s post...
