Thanks, PJ! You nailed it for me in your current post, “Breast Cancer Support Group? Not for me!” I confess that I have never seriously attempted to find a breast cancer support group. Like you, I have friends who are breast cancer survivors, but being over sixty, I don’t feel too special: Lots of us are dealing with a life-threatening... Read more
When I found out that Elizabeth Edwards had not gone for routine mammograms and her tumor size was 9 centimeters, my first thought was, Hey, haven’t I already observed that self-sacrifice usually backfires? (A PJ Hamel post expands this thought wisely.) My next thought was, Yikes! We've been dealing with this story for almost three years!... Read more
Last Sunday, a calligraphy student gracefully brushed my name—Mary—in Mandarin on red paper, during a festival put on by our area’s Chinese community. When I looked at the characters, I almost jumped out of my skin. I mean, look at it! Doesn’t my name in Mandarin make me look, well, endowed? And isn’t it odd that just last... Read more
Remember the “Ancient Breast Exam”, a photo my friend Marie took of a sculpture in Stresa, Italy, that I included in a December SharePost? Well, Marie’s been upstaged. Last night, during a gallery walk with a group of Bay City artists, musicians and writers, my friend Carol, just back from Nicaragua, presented me with the above... Read more
I’ve had it with endearments from medical personnel. I plan (if I get up enough chutzpah) to have the following form (filled out, of course) attached to all my medical charts. Many hospitals already routinely do something similar to this, but I've not yet seen it in most of my medical facilities. I welcome your... Read more