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CowgirlSuz on Breast Cancer
Thursday, April 29 2010
I am not my father.
My cancer is not my father’s cancer.
Two very simple statements, but the journey I undertook to be able to say them, and more importantly, to believe them, was perilous. What I didn’t understand when I was diagnosed with breast cancer five months ago is that I would not be experiencing this health... Read more
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CowgirlSuz on Breast Cancer
Thursday, March 18 2010
I pride myself on being raised a cowgirl. My dad was a Texas cowboy, and he raised my sister and I to wrangle horses, shovel out stalls, throw hay bales, and never mind the dirt or the muck. We got thrown off and got back on, we hopped on our favorite quarter horse and rode him around the pasture without saddle or bridle, and we dodged wild... Read more
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CowgirlSuz on Breast Cancer
Thursday, March 04 2010
A few days ago someone said something that shocked me. I wanted to use the leaf blower to do some much needed clean-up on the front porch and someone, trying to talk me out of it, called me “ill.”
Shocking. I was appalled. Why? Because I don’t feel ill.
I’m not even quite sure exactly what it means to... Read more
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CowgirlSuz on Breast Cancer
Thursday, February 25 2010
I’ve noticed something strange lately. Everyone’s staring at my chest.
It’s not that I’m particularly well endowed, or that I wear those super low v-neck Tshirts hawked by Abercrombie & Fitch.
No. It’s because something is missing…and people know it.
Three months ago, in early... Read more
