17 years have passed since the day that I met you. You invited us into an unknown world. I crumbled when the MRI revealed the significant damage to your brain. As your mother, I owned the heavy responsibility of fixing you. How could I straighten your head, enable your eyes
The jagged edges capable of inflicting pain, and the intricate cracks forming a unique pattern in the glass, immediately caught my attention. Unable to move a muscle, I was inexplicably captivated by the damage. The heap of junk that should have been hauled away, seemed to symbolize my own scars.
· Infiltrating ductal carcinoma of the right breast · Carrier of a BRAC2 mutation, designated XG1377ins · 85% change of getting breast cancer in your lifetime · 50% chance of diagnosis of secondary primary breast cancer · 27% of developing ovarian cancer in your lifetime · Increased chance of developing melanoma, colon, throat, and pancreatic
There are universal stages of grief that seem to be experienced by individuals from all walks of life. However, I believe the process of healing is quite personal and entirely unique. When Ted and Lisa Miller lost a treasured friend to cancer on September 25, 2018, I knew there was