Weekly Round-Up: The Valentine’s Weekend Edition
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.
A post from Audrey for Valentine’s Day on caring, with the wonderful title that caring is love with its work boots on.
Claudia shares a reflection on her ten-year cancerversary.
Great post from Terri Wingham on vulnerability – why it’s hard to embrace it and how to lean in.
Should patients publicly share photos of their reconstruction? This is a multifaceted question with a range of answers, says Terri Coutee, who shares her personal thoughts on the topic in her latest post.
Becky offers her views on Shannon Doherty’s Stage IV diagnosis.
Naomi shares her February link-up views on chronic illness in her latest post.
A post from Barbara on dealing with fear after a breast cancer diagnosis.
Lesley shares her experience of being on a phase 1 clinical trial on the Met UP UK blog.
Reflections on hair from JoAnn this week.
Tips on being a great cancer friend from Steve.
Super interesting post from Ilene on the nature of metastatic friendships.
Katie reflects on what it means to her to be an advocate for metastatic breast cancer patients.
Abigail explores the difference between pity and empathy in her latest post.
Finally this week, I’d like to leave you with a poem in keeping with this Valentine’s themed weekend round-up. It’s the beautiful poem, Love After Love, by Derek Walcott which I shared on Valentine’s Day. I think it’s worth sharing again 🙂
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Until next week,
Yours with much love always,