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Life After Childhood Cancer

I’ve never been a fan of scary movies.  I don’t know why, I just don’t do them.  Don’t get me wrong, a good book series about zombies or the apocalypse or ghost hauntings, and I’m there with my kindle, a 32 oz of cold coffee, and a growl at the husband for interrupting my book… Continue reading Life After Childhood Cancer

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The ACA and Children with Cancer

It looks like the Affordable Care Act (ACA), aka Obamacare, may be repealed soon.   And I wanted to point something out to everyone that already has health insurance through a reliable source, and thus are not likely to be immediately effected by the repeal.   I’m not going to talk to you about preexisting conditions, though… Continue reading The ACA and Children with Cancer

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Culling the Herd: How Relationships with Friends and Family Change When Your Child has Cancer.

Most everyone starts off on the “fighting pediatric cancer” journey with loads of friends and family.   The second you say the word “cancer,” it’s like you are suddenly the host to the world’s largest love fest.  You have friends you didn’t know you had and your family members all stand up and offer to help,… Continue reading Culling the Herd: How Relationships with Friends and Family Change When Your Child has Cancer.

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Dear Grandma

My grandmother died somewhere around 14 years ago.  I realized that this evening while I was reading something regarding the Lilo and Stitch movie.  Why do these two things connect for me?  When I was 8, I think, my grandparents moved to Honolulu.  And I was blessed with being able to visit them a number… Continue reading Dear Grandma