What can I say about being a breast cancer survivor? What can I add to the conversation about breast cancer and how to maneuver the world that becomes your reality once you become a member of this sisterhood?
I'm still trying to figure that out.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
September
I have always felt that September is one of the most beautiful months of the year. It straddles summer and fall, the perfect storm, so to speak.
There are the hot, humid days of summer. The crickets singing melodies as the sun sinks slowly inviting the evening to wrap its arms around the lush landscape. Then there are the cooler days, and as autumn emerges, the evenings still filled with the song of the crickets, become cooler and come sooner.
September and its divergent nature ... it lulls me into a dreamy and hopeful state of mind.
There are the hot, humid days of summer. The crickets singing melodies as the sun sinks slowly inviting the evening to wrap its arms around the lush landscape. Then there are the cooler days, and as autumn emerges, the evenings still filled with the song of the crickets, become cooler and come sooner.
September and its divergent nature ... it lulls me into a dreamy and hopeful state of mind.
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