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Continue reading →: “Please refer to page 54:” How I survived cancer and my employer“So, did they all quit? Or die?” That’s what I was asking the HR department. Surely there had been other employees who had battled cancer in my company’s illustrious history? To this day—20 years later—I can only believe I was the first who lived to tell. The week I returned…
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Continue reading →: A sister-warrior in the desert“Did you have a port?” The Starbucks barista touched her right upper chest, and I followed suit, momentarily unsure what she meant. Then BAM! Instantly, I understood her words while simultaneously realizing, for the first time in 20 years, I didn’t remember where my own chemotherapy port had been. It…
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Continue reading →: What 20 Years “Cancer-Free” Really Costs“Cancer-free” is the phrase everyone wants to hear. Twenty years later, I can tell you it doesn’t mean cancer is finished with you.
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Continue reading →: “Lucky Me!”“LUCKY ME!” was the subject line on an email I sent to all coworkers on my floor in 2006. Twenty years ago… I had breast cancer. And my journey to fight it was about to begin. I wanted to explain my upcoming absence and what my level of participation at…
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Continue reading →: When a 6-Month Relationship Lasts a LifetimeReason, season, lifetime. We say people come into our lives in those three ways. Usually, they leave the same way. But sometimes that connection changes—for a reason, season, life. Take Larry for instance. Within just a few months of meeting him, he became my reason for leaving a decade-long partnership. …
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Continue reading →: Rest in Peace, SueAS PRIDE MONTH COMES TO A CLOSE, I thought I’d repost this memorial of my sister in law, Sue. Talk about pride! In some ways, she was too prideful to be able to expose who she truly was. RIP, Sue.
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Continue reading →: The Kids Are AlrightI showed up at East High’s commencement ceremony at the Denver Coliseum earlier this week, expecting to simply endure it for the sake of my darling niece. We’ll get two hours of a snoozy superintendent droning about bright futures, some halting student speeches, and a red sea of newly minted…
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Continue reading →: My Mama and Memy mama and me. Sometime in late summer 1956, my mama had a choice … Or did she? She was pregnant and unmarried. Aware that she had nothing of her own, really, and no one else in the world. At 25, her mother had already been gone seven years. Her…
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IT’S THE 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF MY BREAST CANCER JOURNEY! And I’m celebrating by memorializing my experience in a series of posts while I (hopefully) fundraise for the American Cancer Society’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer.
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