After a scare last week, and a mammogram this week, it would appear that I don’t have breast cancer. There is some comfort in knowing that I have already lived through the worst thing I am ever likely to experience, but I am grateful not to have to deal with that particular pile of steaming crap.
But a friend of a friend is. She has two babies, one a little younger than the Squish, and one less than a year old. SHe thought she had a blocked duct, but it’s an aggressive cancer, and she is currently undergoing chemotherapy. Apparently, there is a 90% chance that she will still be alive in five years time.
So after dealing with a metric buttload of misery myself in the past few weeks, I am taking up my knitting in earnest. I am going to knit two chemo caps for two people who need something warm and beautiful on their heads, and I am going to go easy on myself for just a little while, and take the time to knit some love and healing.
Last week, a package came from America. A stunning shawl, knit with love from a dear friend who couldn’t be here to hug me. I wish I had a picture to do it justice, but Cecelia, your shawl has become my lucky shawl. I wore it when I went to have my mammogram done on Tuesday.
Oh, Lara, my heart goes to to you. *big hugs*
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Shoot me her name and I’ll add her to the list we are carrying in Sept on the Komen 3 day breast cancer walk here in SF.
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Glad you got the all clear. Sorry to hear about your friend 😦
A group of online friends I know is busily knitting boobs for another friend who recently had a mastectomy. She’s loving wearing their creations under her shirt.
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So glad you are enjoying the shawl and so relieved to hear the good news.
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Wow, I’m very glad that that was a false alarm, and hope things go as well as they can for your friend-of-a-friend.
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