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Continue reading →: Rest in Peace, Sue GospillSue Gospill died last Friday. I’m told it was “her time.” She was only 75, and that feels REALLY young from my perspective. But the Gospills never treated time like something to stretch. They faced it head-on, talked about it plainly, even casually. “When you die, can I have this?”…
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Continue reading →: My Personal St. Patrick’s Day Massacre: My Cancer Journey20 YEARS AGO TODAY, St. Patrick’s Day, 2006, was the night I hit the anger stage—among the 5 stages of breast cancer grief. By then, a month after finding my lump, I knew I was facing a double mastectomy. But on March 17, it finally landed: Everything had to go.…
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Continue reading →: 20 Years of Breast Cancer Awareness: A Personal JourneyEXACTLY 20 YEARS AGO TODAY, in the languid embrace of my guy on a lazy afternoon while watching the 2006 Olympic men’s downhill, he suddenly jumped off the sofa (and me) and pointed at my breast. “What is THAT??? Have you had that checked out?” I touched where he was…
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Continue reading →: Really, I’m not sick. I’m just battling a genetic twist of fate.I’m not sick. Not even just a little bit … So, why would I do this? In a few hours I’ll be lying on an operating table having a “partial hysterectomy.” And I’m doing it because I can. Or, at least, because should. I think. The intention is to remove…






