I must weed my garden, overcome and ambushed,Using rough, aching hands Pulling at sticky green tendrils Braided and rooted into red clay. Fingers grasp at my apron strings, Where they claw and hang, just as insecure children Who sob and heave, stutter with tears and beg to stay homeUnwilling to let go. Wearily I enter
Have you also noticed a sharp increase in the number of tweets and other social media posts regarding the importance of early detection in early stage cancers? I noticed a huge rise in mentions of mammography and self exam as tools in the messaging as well. Perhaps it’s my overactive brain looking for data points.
Finally, after three years and some months, my energy and my spirit rose to the occasion, not only to passively raise money but to also actively participate in the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life. I’m on a local San Jose team, which I came to know a couple of years ago at an estate