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How often have we said, “Enough is enough, when does it end?”, after more bad news from doctors. Is Hope elusive? It can seem that way as the struggle for answers takes place yet Hope is just what we need.
For four years the fight goes on to find the end of the road for surgeries and pain. ‘Stage 4 cancer’, heartbreaking words (more…)
Do you ever think about what comes out of your mouth and the impact it may have – primarily on yourself ? I guess I did not when I was in one of my negative phases. I was with a friend on a short ski trip to Montana. On our drive back to Canada, we stopped in Coeur d’Alene. My friend’s demeanor changed quite a bit and I couldn’t figure out what was going on with him but after the stop at Coeur d’Alene, he got pretty nasty and made some comment about me complaining. (more…)
“I had been an artist my whole life – spending much of my childhood imagining, drawing and creating art with whatever tools presented themselves to me. But art was not a viable career when I was growing up in the 50’s and 60’s. Especially not in my small rural town and especially not for a young woman. The only real choices in my world were to be a wife right out of high school, a teacher or a nurse. I chose nursing. (more…)
We were 28 years old – the age one thinks about getting married, travelling the world or advancing career, when our lives changed.
Devon was a healthy, retired pro-athlete who purchased his first home the year prior. We had been dating a year and a half and talking about getting engaged. Life was wonderful and exactly where we both wanted to be (more…)
* The photo is the sign referred to in the story below. Submitted by the writer, Becky Livingston
On a rare, sunny Vancouver morning I set off to Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Gardens, a tranquil space housed in the city’s Chinatown. In the 30 years of living in this city, it was my first-ever visit. It was also fourteen months since my 23-year daughter had died. (more…)