The background on this short essay is that I entered a contest some years back. It was not your ordinary kind of contest...it was for cancer research. I feel like publishing it here today as I think of the many beautiful people in my life struggling to paste smiles on faces that are hiding struggles we can't begin to comprehend. I love you friends. The Burned Hand The Pink Ribbon
Everywhere you look nowadays you see the signs of women surviving cancer. It is a beautiful thing. Nineteen years ago, my grandmother was fighting a hard battle against her own cancer. We didn't have the same kind of medicine or technology that we do now. She would take herself to the cancer treatment center, get chemotherapy, and stop by Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the way home. She would enter with a smile on her face. She asked me about my studies and my...
