Coping with Cancer
by Debbie Woodbury
I’m OK with solitude. In fact, I crave it. What I’m not OK with is loneliness. Before my breast cancer diagnosis and mastectomy, I thought I knew what loneliness felt like.
by Beverly McKee, MSW, LCSW
As I emerge from a year of treatment for stage III breast cancer, I have 12 new scars. They vary in size, but each one bares a story of survival and a reminder of how much my body has endured in the name of surviving a life-threatening disease.
by Rabbi Hirshel Jaffe
In 1978, I bounded across the finish line of the New York City Marathon wearing a shirt identifying me as “The Running Rabbi.” I was equally as tireless in my calling as a rabbi in Newburgh, NY. I had marched for civil rights in the 1960s, rallied to free Soviet Jews, and in 1980 visited the hostages held in Iran. I’d never been sick in my life. I felt indestructible. That was then.
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