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A Mom With Stage IV Breast Cancer
Ann is the single mother of two children; her son has cerebral palsy. When she was diagnosed with cancer, Ann didn't even have health insurance — but she's been a fighter from day one.
Be A Fighter
My fight started in the fall of 2013. My sister passed away last year from breast cancer, and I had promised her I'd start taking better care of my health. One evening when I reached up to itch an area on my left breast, I found a lump. I was only 47, and I still had never had my first mammogram...
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I have seen some amazing pieces of art through my lifetime. Many have hung in art galleries while others are worn on a daily basis. I have often been in awe of those hanging in the galleries. The amount of time and skill it takes to paint a portrait or landscape shocks me every time. The details that are put into a sculpture could be seen as extremely accurate. Or you have those abstract pieces that take a lot of imagination and creativity. The same could be said for the art that a person wears on their body. It's still art, just a different canvas and medium.
People are expressing their love for art more often. My sister was the first of our family to get a tattoo on a trip to Vegas. It's a gorgeous tattoo and I enjoy looking at is as well. She took all the courage she had to do that in her twenties. I admire her bravery, but I just couldn't bring myself to be willing to do such a drastic thing.
There is a lot of worry for me that go into a tattoo. How painful will it be sticking a needle in your skin for hours on end? What happens if I don't like it or the tattoo artist was not as skilled as I thought they would be? This would be on my body for life. Could I stand to see it on a daily basis? Oh, the worry I put myself through...