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my child

Your eyes, half-hidden  under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder.  Advertisements

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dance with death

Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif

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understanding

Hold my hand so that we may move in ways that are unknown and difficult to comprehend.

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becoming

I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.

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Post Bilateral Mastectomy Day 13.

Post Bilateral Mastectomy Day 13.

Three drains removed, one drain to go. One day at a time.

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contemplating a move

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When I am alone

The days blur, one into the next no beginning, middle or end. I wait for the moments between the comings and goings. There in the quiet of my day I can see my dreams. I smell the ocean and feel … Continue reading

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