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    Day 28: the first time she told anyone

    “Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like? What did you learn from it?” The first time I realized that my breast cancer was not just about me was when my fourteen year old daughter decided to break her silence about it. In her own way. On Facebook. It was World…

  • World Cancer Day

    the real warrior in our house

    I didn’t know about a World Cancer Day. Until today, I’d known only about Breast Cancer Awareness October when the world seems to turn pink for an entire month. Since October 30th, when I found the lump on my breast – and, believe me, I am thankful to have made it until the end of the pinkest month, blithely unaware of…

  • Dispatch from the Diaspora

    happy to be home

    At 4 o’clock this morning, I called out, “Honey!” Almost instantaneously, “Coming Momma!” from a 14 year old who has been elevated to heroine status for reasons that will become clear as I try to make a point about what coming home means. At the same time, from the den, another “Coming honey!” – my wise and worn-out husband who…