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Despite his own weariness and battle scars of the last seven months, yet again I hear my husband cleaning the kitchen and making dinner accompanied by his singing and humming snitches and snatches of various songs with a bit of whistling woven throughout. I am humbled and most blessed. (I will not give up my fight against my own weakness.)
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Note from ElizabethAlthough I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found. Archives
November 2018
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