Weekly Round-Up: The Mother’s Day Edition Take 2

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Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just leave a comment below. 

It’s Mother’s Day in the US and Nancy, Yvonne, and Connie have written lovely Mother’s Day themed posts to celebrate.

And for those of us, for whom, whatever reason Mother’s Day hurts, find comfort in these posts from What’s Your Grief and Carolyn‘s Heart Sisters blog, on Mother’s Day without our Mothers.

A great post from Catherine on how a more open discussion on the reality of cancer has changed the conversation for many cancer patients over the past decade.

The Underbelly shares a teen’s perspective on cancer when a parent is diagnosed with the disease.

Becky writes about the conflict that occurs when someone you love is ill – finding the balance between being there for your loved one and practicing self-care.

Dr Attai shares highlights from the recent 2018 American Society of Breast Surgeons Annual Meeting.

I only recently discovered that Karin lives on a boat – find out more about how living on a boat has reduced her fear of change.

Terri is having some fun this week trying out surgical loupes used in breast reconstruction.

Maureen is back in the blogosphere with news about her final Zometa, a bone density scan, and a clear biopsy.

A different view of pharmaceutical companies on Let Life Happen this week.

In a post that will be oh-so-familiar to many of us, Stacey writes about scanxiety.

Barb is recovering from a very scary accident.

Now here’s an interesting question from Chris – do we really need the public to be guilt-tripped into donating money to cancer? Or is there a better way?

Finally, this week Susan shares a song that has become her battle cry –  P!nk’s Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken.

Wild hearts can’t be broken, but every time another friend dies, tiny cracks appear. Those cracks are there to remind me and the rest of us, that tirelessly advocate, that this is important and to keep going. This song is my battle cry. It’s what motivates me when my headspace says I can’t. It’s what I listen to after learning of another death.

Enjoy…

Until next week,

Yours with much love always

Marie xxx