When Angelina Joilie’s story broke last week, I knew I had to get going on this post. Her story was the perfect lead in. Some call Angelina a hero; I’m not sure I’d say that, but I certainly do applaud her decision to go public about her prophylactic bilateral mastectomy.

Enough about her, though. I’d like to tell you about a group of women of the non-celebrity type who definitely are heroes to me.

Lots of people (too many?) seem eager to chime in about Angelina Jolie’s revelation regarding her recent decision to undergo a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy. Can you stand to read one more thing? I hope so!

Isn’t it amazing the buzz this story has generated? Even more amazing is the fact so many are judging her decision. 

I told myself I was done with the Susan G. Komen® foundation. I didn’t really want to write about this organization any more. I’ve said my piece time and time again it seems. A few of my Komen piece links are included at the end of this one in case you want to read them. I don’t blame you if you don’t; topic Komen can be more than a bit “fatiguing”…

Recently when I was organizing a few dishes in my china cabinet (by the way, I own no genuine china), I ran across a few old cup and saucer sets that first belonged to my grandmother and then my mother. Seeing them made me a bit nostalgic as I paused and remembered…

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Recently I officially graduated from the Livestrong at the YMCA exercise program. I promised my instructors, as well as myself, that I would write a post about the Livestrong program upon my completion. So here goes…

As I mentioned in a previous post, it’s now been three years since my breast cancer diagnosis. It’s been three years since the shit hit the fan, or to put it more delicately, since the dominoes starting toppling.

Actually, the domino effect began in 2004 when my mother was diagnosed, but there are only so many dominoes one can keep track of, right?

Following a cancer diagnosis, it seems there is often an unspoken expectation that a person should somehow be transformed into a new and improved version of one’s former self.

I know this expectation is out there because this very thing was actually the topic of a support group meeting I attended a while back. (I go to more than one, so there’s anonymity here).

Did you know April is National Poetry Month?

I didn’t until my friend and fellow blogger Beth, who writes a terrific blog called Calling the Shots, enlightened me about this fact via one of her fabulous poems. You can read it here.