It feels to me almost like there is an epidemic of hate, of angry, shouting people who don’t want to hear or acknowledge the humanity of others. Like it’s influenza, or an alien entity, it’s as if people don’t feel safe unless they hate anyone or anything that is different or new or whatever, this miasmic THING is traveling around the United States, maybe the whole world, all red-faced and pointy-fingered at those people, over there, who are ruining it for the rest of us.
Tag: fear
We Are All The Champions (Breast Cancer)
I think the key, at least for myself, is not expecting even Cancer-Lite to be an easy ride, but to create plans for “okay, sometimes it’s gonna suck; how am I going to get through the wobbly bits?”
And Then Breast Cancer Happened
My breasts have always been an important part of my womanly identity. Waiting impatiently for them to appear (I was a “Pirate’s Dream” – flat as a plank – till I was almost 14). Flaunting the girls, once they did grow in. Nursing my baby with them. My breasts are an important part of my sex life to this day. Will I really be me, if I have to sacrifice part of a breast, all of a breast, or both of them?