Mothers, Daughters, Grandmothers, Sisters, Aunts & Girlfriends: The Link of Hope
By Patricia San Pedro on March 20th, 2013 Categories: The Breast Cancer Journey“The woman is the foundation on which nations are built. She is the heart of her nation. If that heart is weak, the people are weak. If her heart is strong and her mind is clear, then the nation is strong and knows its purpose. The woman is the center of everything.”
Art Solomon
Ojibwe elder and spiritual leader
For the People: Teachings on the …
Yoga and Healing – A Personal Journey
By Michelle Didner on March 4th, 2013 Categories: The Breast Cancer JourneyI woke up on my 38th birthday to the cool, green walls of a hospital room in Stamford, Connecticut. Just a week earlier, I was on holiday with my husband and 2-year-old son on Block Island. I stood, on my mobile phone, outside the town bookshop as my doctor explained that I needed to be back in Stamford immediately to meet with a surgeon. …
Welcoming a New Era
By Patricia San Pedro on January 18th, 2013 Categories: The Breast Cancer JourneyI am writing this after the world ended. Pretty cool, huh?
The market research company Ipsos Global Public Affairs concluded in May that 12 percent of Americans zealously believed that the end of the Mayan calendar — which spans about 5,125 years — would mark a major shift for humanity… bluntly speaking: the end of the world. It happened on December 21, 2012. That’s also …
My Personal Survival Tools
By Patricia Prijatel on February 24th, 2011 Categories: The Breast Cancer JourneyA colleague recently told me that if she got cancer, she would rail at God: “Why me, Lord, why me?” She said my attitude toward breast cancer was an inspiration. While being considered inspirational was flattering, it was also off-base. Blaming God gets you nowhere and it makes you miserable on the way.
I love solving problems, so I saw my cancer as the biggest …
My Spiritual Journey with Breast Cancer
By Sister Nancy Bonshock on August 5th, 2010 Categories: The Breast Cancer Journey“You have inflammatory breast cancer.” On November 5, 1999, the day I heard these words, I realized I was in a battle for my life. A force I could not control was locked inside my body destroying it. The prognosis was dismal; at best I might live three years. No one of us knows the number of days or years we will live, but just …
