It’s no wonder I’ve never heard of a breast cancer support group in my town: Apparently, there isn’t one, at least not one I can find after two days of on-line research and local phoning. “It’s hard to get the word out,” was the phrase I heard from everyone who actually knew of one, and those people were not easy to find. 1) I started... Read more
Thanks, PJ! You nailed it for me in your current post, “Breast Cancer Support Group? Not for me!” I confess that I have never seriously attempted to find a breast cancer support group. Like you, I have friends who are breast cancer survivors, but being over sixty, I don’t feel too special: Lots of us are dealing with a life-threatening... Read more
When I found out that Elizabeth Edwards had not gone for routine mammograms and her tumor size was 9 centimeters, my first thought was, Hey, haven’t I already observed that self-sacrifice usually backfires? (A PJ Hamel post expands this thought wisely.) My next thought was, Yikes! We've been dealing with this story for almost three years... Read more
Last Sunday, a calligraphy student gracefully brushed my name—Mary—in Mandarin on red paper, during a festival put on by our area’s Chinese community. When I looked at the characters, I almost jumped out of my skin. I mean, look at it! Doesn’t my name in Mandarin make me look, well, endowed? And isn’t it odd that just last... Read more