And speaking of damaged, that reminds me of my damaged goods: stock portfolio, the retirement account, my car, my body and part of my soul. Once when you hear "You have cancer" you can't help but to always have at least one foot in the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I think I am down to just my pinkie toe. My body,heart and spirit are healed. But to move on after damage, that is something I did not do alone. See below.
I am rejoicing the launch of Hayley's website ThereIsLifeAfterBreastCancer. My poor pitiful story is there. It took me 6 months to write it. Hayley, on the other hand, can express her feelings easily and beautifully. Her hard work and dedication to the the cause of living after breast cancer is much appreciated!!!
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I've heard a rumor about Susan and that gas station rendezvous.
And, I'm totally delighted that cancer made us friends. That initiation was a tough one, but look how great we are now!
Love ya, mean it!
Oh, no, I bet the pencil didn't make it, did it? That's what I get for mailing a pencil in an envelope. I will send another one.
I'm really annoyed about the stamps, though, since I bought them just for you. I will use them again when I send the new pencil.
Your story is anything but pitiful. It got me the first time I read it, when I edited it, and when I proofed it. And I'm supposed to be a professional. Thanks for sharing it.
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