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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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Continue reading →: “I Will Survive” — a Decision that Saved My Life“WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO HAVE BOTH BREASTS REMOVED?” my new doctors asked, one after another, at my 10-year checkups. The three doctors who originally treated me had retired or moved on, so I was telling my story to new caregivers. I explained that my surgeon had recommended only a…
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Continue reading →: Facing Mortality with Humor :)“HEY DOC! EYES UP HERE!!” The impossibly young-looking head of plastic surgery was laser-focused on my breasts, black Sharpie poised — ready to mark his targets. I figured a little levity could ease the tension in the pre-op bay. Then my mom stepped in — bless her heart — and…
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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…
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Continue reading →: The PointIn times of strife or frustration, and sometimes just on a regular, boring day of Arizona same-ness, my son asks “what’s the point?” Maybe all kids are saying that today … I bought him “The Goldfinch,” because it’s an ongoing theme, as it is in “Infinite Jest” (or so I’m…
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Continue reading →: I am Not a Cancer SurvivorWe cancer patients, for the rest of our lives, are always on the lookout for the next threat. We monitor ourselves, fight for others, and we maintain a dim awareness that we must be prepared for the next potential battle.
Hi Friends!
Good News Is Gospill is my little corner of the internet where I drop ideas and lots (and lots) of words. My entire career has been spent writing about and for other people and organizations.
Now, it’s my turn.
Enjoy the ride! I mean, “read.” Come back often. And maybe keep some tissues close. I’m digging deep, exposing life as I perceive it — and have lived it.
I relaunched this site in February, ’26, driven to tell a few stories from my breast cancer journey on its 20th anniversary. I’m still raising funds and advocating for American Cancer Society’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer.
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