Awareness.
It was a word that meant very little to me this time last year, when I was just a woman who had experienced the pain of losing loved ones to cancer, but didnโt know first hand what it was like. It was just a word I spoke about in October, while wearing pink and donating money to Susan G Komen. I rooted for the women fighting the disease. I sat with them and commiserated while they were feeling down. But I didnโt understand. Because you cannot understand unless you go through it ...
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Hurdles.
Normally I try to keep my author page and blog as book related as possible, but Iโm going to break that for this post. I've been going back and forth on whether or not I wanted to say this, and a conversation I had with somebody recently solidified that I should, so here I go.
I have cancer.
Breast cancer to be exact.
Last month while I was in the shower, complaining about how I forgot to put a new loofa in, I found a lump on my left breast. I immediately called my doctor to see if they ...
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