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Foreword (if I may be so)

So you've found my blog!  This both comforts and alarms me.  Comfort in knowing that friends and family can keep current on "this cancer thang".  Alarming in that so many eyes have suddenly turned towards me.  Those who know me well know that I am more of a wallflower; I prefer to sit back, watch and listen to others, diverting any and all attention away from myself (aside from the occasional, uncontrollable punny outburst).

Why then a public blog?  When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was touched and torn by how many women have shared their cancer journeys through blogs.  They inspired me to, as my brother coined it, "take the bull by its horns".  I was, however, surprised at how few breast cancer diagnoses were made during or just following a pregnancy.  It became very evident that this particular niche was a small one, and one deserving of some attention.  And it occurred to me that there must be other newly diagnosed mums with newborns out there, feeling the same fears I am feeling, about to face the same challenges I am facing, searching for the same hope I have found. 

With that in mind, I welcome you to my blog.  My wish is that it may help you as much as the dear friends and family who are following it have already helped me.  After all, kegels and chemo, despite the nice ring, have no business being in the same sentence.  And no one has to go it alone.

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  1. Awesome, but not surprising, that you have managed to get this blog up and running, what with everything on your plate! Thank you for letting us take this journey with you....we are here for you, whenever you need us ( even if it's when we are half way across the world!).

    Lee

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