Motherless Mama
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After a hard mama week, I love that her joy came from a box. What would you write for the caption?
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This past Friday I was on a field trip with my girls. My oldest was participating with her pre-school friends at the local music school. In the dance portion of the visit I noticed a new face in the crowd. I introduced myself. The mom reciprocated. I asked her what she did as I have…
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On a rare night out, I got to see Jodi Picoult in Vancouver.
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As a kid you wait for the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. As a teenager you wait for the school bell and to grow up. As an adult you wait for the promotion and Fridays. A soon-to-be parent waits for the stick to turn blue and to teach their child to tie their shoe. As…
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Medical Details of my Sister’s Attacker. For What Its Worth Intraductal carcinoma is a condition in which abnormal cells are found in the lining of a breast duct. The abnormal cells have not spread outside the duct to other tissues in the breast. In some cases, intraductal carcinoma may become invasive cancer and spread to…
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What is germ cell cancer? Germ cells are the cells in the body that develop into sperm and eggs. They are mainly found in the ovary or testicle. But they can sometimes be left behind in other parts of the body from when you developed in the womb. Germ cell tumours can develop from these…
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As soon as I hit end call on my iPhone my tears poured down my face like it was in a race. My nose began to drip. My heart feels ripped in half. My grief rushes through my whole body like salt in an open wound. Here we go again. It is the night before…
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After all that is grief,my two-year old reminds me of joy.
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“He ran off to play with his new friends.” I close the book smiling at my daughters who are snuggled on either side of me. “Can we go play mommy?” my four-year-old inquires. I nod yes as they scamper off. We are at our local bookstore’s kids’ corner for a weekly date. I began reading…
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as seen on www.hybridmom.com The wail stabs the room like a fireplace poker. My precious two-year-old daughter is crying in frustration that she wants a toy the other child has in their hand. I rush across the playroom that is covered with the scattered playthings from the other kids and parents at the drop-in center.…