Traversing my inner space wearing the lens of metastatic disease, my inner eye wanders into dark places at times. The glasses have me reading invisibilities into ideas that have no real importance. Ideas such as what my life’s purpose what could I possibly serve the world when at the moment I was diagnosed with #metastatic breast cancer three years ago, my needs far outweigh my ability to give. Many days my questions return only an inner sigh of response. My contributions and defining myself and my roles becomes so foggy, so unclear to me.
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The Gracie Foundation – a gift from heaven from a woman who left a legacy of love and a little treat of relief to those of us finding our own way through metastatic breast cancer. Nominations for the care package at www.thegraciefoundationinc.org
Born with a scream, die with a whimper. Between those bookends, the self somehow develops. Perhaps it’s because we exist at the bottom of an empty well, waiting for the drenching rains of knowledge to float us up and out of the darkness. The more I know, the less I know, yet the more I’m
It just dawned on me as I was driving home, for expertise and advice we choose those people with whom who we agree, and more importantly, who agree with our way of thinking to be around us. No matter the circumstance: hiring staff; new friends; the closer of our family members; electing the president; even professional
My individuality showed a little more than I thought prior to attempting to turn up the volume to reach outwardly to receive help from others and to reach inwardly to hopefully assist others in need of my experiences to help guide them through theirs.