Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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Covers articles on topics such as breast cancer awareness, screening, advocacy, depression, survivorship, and more. Like it would anyone, getting a breast cancer diagnosis at 34 changed Marie Ennis-O'Connor's life. And now she's working to change other people's lives, for the better, buy curating the most helpful and informative breast cancer content on the web. She also shares..
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed.That way, he’ll have strengthenough to answer.Or, by ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
1w ago
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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Today on International Women’s Day I want to express my gratitude to all the women who have inspired and continue to inspire me here on Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer. I draw strength from ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
2w ago
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you ..read more
Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
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The Wild Iris At the end of my sufferingthere was a door. Hear me out: that which you call deathI remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.Then nothing. The weak sunflickered over ..read more