Last year in May of 2016, our friend and former classmate was brushing his teeth when he felt a lump on his neck. He was 11 at the time and just about to finish the 5th grade when he was diagnosed with Stage 1 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. We couldn’t believe that someone so young, active and healthy could have cancer. read more →
Last week I was visiting my father in the hospital. My dad has late-stage cancer and is dying. read more →
I was diagnosed with stage 4 Follicular Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in May 2004. My youngest child was four at the time. 10 months later, my dad died, and 30 hours after my dad passed away, my husband died. The doctors gave me very little hope of raising my son. read more →
I’m an addicted knitter and very active on Ravelry.com, a world-wide knitting community. During the last 5 years, I met people from all over the world online or in real life. There are thousands of groups for different interests. One of them is a group which swaps socks worldwide. That’s where I met Kathy from Boston, also an addicted knitter and always up for a challenging pattern and special yarns. We became friends and shared patterns. Kathy flew to Germany frequently staying for just stayed for a couple of days each time but we never managed to meet. read more →
In October 2015, I was diagnosed with stage 3b cancer. I’ve finished all treatments and am now in remission, but going through the experiences of radiation and chemo, I learned how hard it is, not only on the patient but for caregivers as well. Since then I’ve tried to be conscious of opportunities to reach out to families dealing with cancer. read more →
I told Missy today that I needed my nails painted, that the red polish was chipped. She told me as soon as she had the time she would get to it.
It made me think about 10 or 11 years ago a friend of hers was dying from cancer. She was at home and it was near the end. Missy would go over every day after work and stay for about an hour so that her husband could take a break. Her mother was already gone and she had no children, no sisters, no sisters in law… just a few good friends who would come by. Her husband also had Hospice coming daily and a visiting nurse. read more →
There’s an older couple in the Palo Alto, CA area who have no idea that their gesture of paying for my daughter and her friend’s lunch is comforting a grieving community. read more →
I was diagnosed with stage 4 Follicular Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in May 2004. My youngest child was only four at the time.
Ten months later, my dad died and 30 hours after my dad passed away, my husband died. The doctors were giving me very little hope for raising my son. read more →
Not so long ago, I saw a red Honda on the side of the road with the flashers blinking. I slowed and saw a woman on the passenger’s side. I didn’t want to frighten her but wanted to know if I could help. A little way ahead, I saw a man in his late seventies walking along carrying a gas can. I sped up and asked if he needed a lift. He smiled and thanked me as he climbed in. I told him there was a station about a mile up the road. Almost ashamed of himself, he admitted that he’d had a lot on his mind lately and didn’t even think about gassing up. read more →
I went to Emergency with a severe gallstone attack and was placed in a chair (no beds) next to an older lady, who was having problems post-op (for cancer). Whilst there, I passed out from the pain, it was an odd feeling as I was fully aware of what was going on, but unable to move or respond. read more →
He started to improve and the next year for July 4th he gathered up a few of us and asked if we thought we could do a fundraiser concert for another young man, a local high school student with leukemia, and help out him and his family the way he had been helped. We all agreed and put on a great fundraiser concert for this man and raised a few thousand dollars to help out.
That same summer my friends’ cancer had come back with a vengeance and he was gone by November. His dying wish was that we try to continue and try to keep the Brotherhood of Love crew together and keep helping our kids in our community. read more →
One day a little over a year ago, I walked into my regular nail salon and I noticed a woman wearing a turban on her head. She looked very tired and pale and I noticed that she didn’t have any hair and her eye brows were missing and her eyelashes too. She had dark circles under her eyes and just looked worn down. I realized she must have some kind of cancer. I over heard her ask, “how much is it to get a full set of the gel manicure?” The worker replied, “it’s $80.” She counted her money and said, “okay, just wanted to make sure I had enough for the manicure and I want a pedicure too” and the manicurist started working on her nails. read more →