Dear Editor:
I still remember vividly the day I found out my Mother had survived breast cancer surgery after undergoing a radical mastectomy and lymph node removal. It was 1973, and I got the news at my after-school job.
I hurried into the bathroom and cried, those gut-wrenching kind of sobs that are only reserved for the most unforgettable moments in life. My Mom was going to live.
Cancer is an ugly word, a word we fear, because it can rob us of the most treasured aspects of life, or even life itself. It takes courage to fight it, and even more courage to write about it.
I so appreciated Nikki Patrick’s poignant, honest portrayal of her fight against breast cancer and especially, her courage in doing so publicly, with her memorable words and the photo introducing her new haircut.
Nikki gives us all a timeless message: It is only when we face our fears that we can truly overcome them. Her shining example speaks even louder than her awesome words. Thanks, Nikki.
Nancy G. Holman
McCune
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Dear Editor:
I still remember vividly the day I found out my Mother had survived breast cancer surgery after undergoing a radical mastectomy and lymph node removal. It was 1973, and I got the news at my after-school job.
I hurried into the bathroom and cried, those gut-wrenching kind of sobs that are only reserved for the most unforgettable moments in life. My Mom was going to live.
Cancer is an ugly word, a word we fear, because it can rob us of the most treasured aspects of life, or even life itself. It takes courage to fight it, and even more courage to write about it.
I so appreciated Nikki Patrick’s poignant, honest portrayal of her fight against breast cancer and especially, her courage in doing so publicly, with her memorable words and the photo introducing her new haircut.
Nikki gives us all a timeless message: It is only when we face our fears that we can truly overcome them. Her shining example speaks even louder than her awesome words. Thanks, Nikki.
Nancy G. Holman
McCune
