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Written by: Diana DeWeese

I’ve been waiting almost 40 years for the bad news.  The news that I had breast cancer.  My mother was diagnosed in her 60’s with invasive ductal carcinoma.  She found out after her very first mammogram.  She had one modified radical mastectomy and less than a year later the cancer had developed in her other breast.  It was also removed.  Her diagnosis was quickly followed by her older sister’s diagnosis – both breasts removed.  One younger sister had one breast removed.  As time progressed, another had a lumpectomy and radiation treatments.  I don’t know if my Aunt N was in denial or just wanted to ignore the cancer in her breast, but too late she saw a doctor.  By that time the breast cancer had spread to her liver.  She died.  My mother and her other sisters are/were breast cancer survivors.

So, for decades now, I have had annual mammograms.  Occasionally I’d get a call back, but it would be a cyst.  Nothing to worry about.  A couple years ago, I paid for a genetic screening to see if I have any of the genes that lead to breast cancer.  Six different breast cancer causing genes were tested.  I was negative on all of them.  I thought I was home free.  My annual exam with my primary care physician was December 12.  No issues, no lumps.  I almost canceled my mammogram scheduled for December 21 - Solstice, but I went ahead and had the screening.   A few days later I got a phone call.  Need to come back for another mammogram and an ultrasound on January 8.  Two days later, a needle biopsy.  A call from my primary care physician’s nurse.  Please come to the office the next day on Friday, January 13th.  I asked the nurse “Tell me.  Is it Cancer?  I’m strong.  I can take it.”  She said “Yes”.  So the appointment with my doctor was anticlimactic.  I knew.  She knew I knew.

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Written by: Pat Hyams

“They” say the top two stressors in life are losing and spouse and moving from one location to another. Both happened to me in the past 18 months. My husband, Ron, passed away in February of 2022. In May, 2023, I moved to a two-bedroom condominium.

Paring down my possessions in preparation for moving meant countless trips down Memory Lane and equally countless trips to the Good Will Store. I moved into my new condo in May and began making it my own. Living in my new home, I have felt the full impact of adjusting to widowhood and living alone. I can feel myself changing and am finally able to look beyond my circumstances and wonder what the world has in store for my next chapter. I am no longer a wife; no longer a caregiver; still a mom and still a grandma. I have always been afraid of living alone and the powerful feelings of loneliness can be intense. However, I have learned to lean into these feelings rather than running from them. I discovered that living alone isn’t so bad after all and can actually be really nice. Another discovery: sometimes feelings are like bullies. They look big and bad and menacing, but when you stand and face them, they just kind of evaporate. After all, they are just feelings. Keep breathing and you’ll get another one in no time.

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Written by: Pat Hyams

In October 2018, some lucky women made a joyful trek to the Dekoven Center in Racine, Wisconsin for a weekend of reflection, singing, writing and growth. Mary Grace ("M.G.") Bertulfo was our dynamic keynote speaker, workshops were offered, massages signed up for, vendor wares purchased, raffle prizes claimed, old freiends reunited, new friends made, and a rousing good time was had by all. The element we honored was "fire;" the fire of passion, the fire that cleanses, the fire that destroys, the fire in each of us.

Read more: Musings from our Fall 2018 Retreat