The Courage to Look Beyond
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Three years. Not really a long time, but when one’s life is turned upside down, over and over again, when one battles a life-threatening disease, cancer, undergoes several surgeries, experiences loss, pain, conflict and much more, one wonders if the three years is more like an eternity. For Linda Morin, those three years were the most traumatic and life-sapping years of her life. And, yet, she came through it all with great courage. She fought her battle with cancer, her battle with difficult relationships, her battle with custody issues, her battle against her son’s medical problems. Linda is a strong person. She had to be to survive; and she is a survivor. Follow Linda’ s journey to wellness in her heartrending story, The Courage to Look Beyond. Learn, with Linda, how a woman can accept herself with or without breasts.
Learn, too, that breasts do not make the woman.
so soon after all of the medication that the doctor had given him and the seriousness of the seizures that he had experienced. Then his father left. After he had left, I stayed with Nate until he fell back to sleep. I was called to the nurse’s station. I felt that Nate would be fine for a few minutes. He must have woken up, noticed that he was alone and panicked. That is why he had another seizure. We have him on video. He can’t climb out of bed. He can’t roll over and fall out either. He has
to do chemo, but change her mind and decided to go to Hippocrates. He thanked his customer for the information, but didn’t think it was for him at the time. The doctor told him that his cancer was a slow growing cancer and that he could live for twenty-five to thirty years, as long as the cancer didn’t progress. A year passed before he spoke with the doctor again. He was at stage two. Stage two cancers were found in two or more groups of lymph nodes on the same side as the diaphragm (the
to come back in a year for a follow-up. I was worried, though. There was a history of breast cancer in my family. My maternal grandmother had died at the age of sixty-eight and my aunt at thirty-eight, both of breast cancer. How could this be? How could I now be diagnosed when, only five months ago I had received a clean bill of health? This could not be happening to me! I was shocked. How could this be? I remembered skating on the Rideau Canal in February, just four months earlier. I had
and powerful, capable of taking control of everything. I was not allowed to show my fear. I couldn’t. I was compelled to keep on smiling, to be brave no matter what the circumstances were. I would not want anybody to go through what I was going through. So, I kept my fears and my thoughts to myself. My belief was that, well, maybe; I didn’t have anything to worry about. Maybe, I was exaggerating. The only person I could turn to was George. However, even with George, I couldn’t show how scared I
stairs. He’s not moving.” I immediately called my brother, Peter, and told him the situation. He rushed to Marianne’s, took the dog and brought him to the veterinary hospital. It wasn’t good. Peter called me to tell me, “Champ has a broken hip and two broken back paws. He will never walk again. He’s also losing his eyesight. The veterinarian wants to put him down. But I don’t have the heart to do it. I want you and the kids to be home to see him.” We carried on with our holiday, phoning