Weekly Round-Up

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.

What do you do with grief five, ten, twenty or more years out? That’s the question posed by Nancy this week, whose latest post explores the loneliness of grief.  On the same theme, Abigail‘s Little Deaths post is also a powerful read. “Grief, once it becomes our “dark companion,” she writes  “is there to stay.”

Carolyn’s latest post ponders mistakes in medicine  – an opportunity for learning from those mistakes or blaming.

I really enjoyed reading and reflecting on Kristie’s thoughts on creating anchor moments in life. 

Social media and breast cancer support is the latest topic discussed on Surviving Breast Cancer

A poignant poem from Audrey entitled When Summer Hurts. Sarah’s poem End Times is also well worth reading. 

Barbara’s latest post inquires into motivation after a breast cancer diagnosis.

An impassioned plea from Chris for proactive change in healthcare. 

Gorgeous post from Ilene on friendship, poetry, community and connection. 

Terri’s latest podcast features Juliet Fitzpatrick, a breast cancer survivor and patient advocate from the U.K. who chose aesthetic flat closure  after breast cancer. 

A powerful post from Susan on the personal cost of advocating for others. 

Connie’s reflection on “damaged goods” really hit home for me this week.

Martha‘s latest post for Cure reflects on the comfort and grief within the world of metastatic breast cancer.

Maureen shares some good news from her latest scan and a lesson in cancer’s unpredictable nature. 

Rod’s latest post for Advanced Breast Cancer looks at what’s involved in long term caregiving for metastatic patients. 

Finally this week, a writing prompt because sometimes we all need a little prompt when the well of inspiration runs dry. 

Until next week, 

Yours with much love always,

Marie xxx