Today is the first anniversary of my mammogram. I was pretty stony faced. Nine months before my sister had died from breast cancer and I was resentful of the inefficiency at the front desk, the pink p...
This is something I found a while ago. It pertains particularly to grief and the death of a loved one, but I feel it's relevant to grief originating from wherever, and for myself, much of what is written, I can identify with regarding the "death" of my old life. Not sure if the picture will come up big enough to read the writing, but my hubby says just to click on it and it should get bigger.