Carolyn Thomas ♥ Heart Sisters (on Blue Sky)
When I was a little girl, my Auntie Jean gave my mother (her older sister) a decorative wall plaque engraved with a lovely poem called “To My Sister”. Over the years, my own sister Catherine and I memorized that poem on the wall plaque. That’s us in the picture above (she’s the one torturing the head of her little dolly). Over time, the two of us learned to rattle off the entire poem together upon request – a fun party trick, according to our parents. And when we were older, we even recreated the original plaque using macaroni letters – because a beautiful poem about sisters deserves that extra-special artistic flare, doesn’t it? We did, however, take some liberties with spelling out our macaroni letters – because we thought the poet’s words should rhyme better. Continue reading “In praise of sisterly support”
I know this sounds horrible, but there are some people working in health care who need to be told this basic communication rule: “Don’t yell at cancer patients!” I first learned the importance of that rule when my phone rang one sunny morning in May and the anonymous caller told me to show up tomorrow morning in the Chemo Room at our Cancer Clinic for my first chemotherapy appointment. I didn’t know much about chemo at that time, but what I did know were these three must-do steps I had not done yet: 
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