Coping with Cancer
by Eva Grayzel
When I returned home from the hospital, my children, seven-year-old Jeremy and five-year-old Elena, could barely look at me. I understood. I could hardly look at myself, even though I kept my sutures covered with scarves and bandages. My children shied away from my touch. How could I blame them? I couldn’t bring myself to touch my own wounds.
by Liza Vann
People say I have a different take on this disease – that I didn’t do it like everyone else. You see, it didn’t seem to bother me that I had cancer. Cancer doesn’t have to be harder than anything else that will ever happen to you. Having cancer doesn’t have to be harder than not having cancer. It’s just different. It just is what it is.
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