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Lois Hjelmstad

Why Am I Alive? Why Is She Dead? No.1

Pink Underbelly has an interesting post on her blog about a trip to her oncologist's office, ending with a paragraph on survivor's guilt. I agree with her that it doesn't make sense to dwell on feeling guilty because we have been spared from dying of breast cancer. So far. Breast cancer is not a contest to […]

Survivor’s Guilt

  This morning I read a great post by Dr. Ann Becker Schutte about survivor's guilt. It is difficult to see other breast cancer patients diagnosed with metastasis. (However, not nearly as hard for us as it is for them.) It is hard to see loved ones die as we remain NED and very much alive. And I […]

Died Too Soon,Too Late?

One of my nephews (age 58) suffered a massive stroke on January 16 that left him with greatly diminished ability to communicate. He could not walk or use his right arm much. He went from hospital to rehab to a care facility where he lived (?) until he died on May 16. On June 16, I attended his memorial service and read this […]

How Can We Be Loyal Friends?

I found a wonderful post about loyalty over at http://pinkunderbelly.com (click on Loyalty on the right side. Nancy talks about feeling the loss of a favorite baseball player being traded and most of us can relate. I certainly can. Just when I get to know a player and develop an attachment to him (because he is a […]

Father’s Day – Celebrate

I have spent this week remembering my father. Now I turn my focus to the beloved father of my children. This poem both mourns Dad and celebrates Les:   But I Have You Endless schedules reduced to a small mound of fragile bones and cold flesh all the sound and fury flamed into an urn of ash Impossible to […]

Father’s Day – Grieve

Two months to the day after I found my father dead in his bed, it was my birthday. I was on a speaking tour in the Northwest. Early that morning, I walked along the shore of the Pacific Ocean:  A Birthday Mourning A birthday morning— an ocean shore, far from home whitecaps blend into the mist […]