Earlier this week, my K. friend sent me an article in The New York Times was the best of journalistic writing on metastatic breast cancer that I have ever read. And I read a lot about this subject.
I cried when I read it (but like I said K., a good way) because it resonates deeply with me, gathers facts and women living with cancer experiences that can never be considered cured. I started to highlight the best bits to share with you here, but ended up cutting and pasting over two thirds of the article.
I decided it was best not to infringe the copyright or of my own ethics and just send the link and ask you to please go read this article:
A race of pink ribbon-year, long time.
I cried when I read it (but like I said K., a good way) because it resonates deeply with me, gathers facts and women living with cancer experiences that can never be considered cured. I started to highlight the best bits to share with you here, but ended up cutting and pasting over two thirds of the article.
I decided it was best not to infringe the copyright or of my own ethics and just send the link and ask you to please go read this article:
A race of pink ribbon-year, long time.
