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Another one dies from Breast Cancer

It's a sad day. I'd just recently posted on Cure Magazine about my happiness over celebrating my 10th cancerversary and then today, I read the news about another young woman passing away from breast cancer. 

I never was a huge fan of 90210, a TV drama about high school, but know many were familiar with actress,Shannen Doherty and enjoyed her character on the show. Even so, I'd seen it a few times and knew what it was about. If I'd been younger when it came out, I probably would have enjoyed it more.

Just 3 days after I celebrated 10 years of survival from breast cancer, Shannen lost her life. She was 53. I'm almost 67. It doesn't seem quite fair.

 She was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015, but she went into remission two years later. That reprieve wouldn’t last.Soon the cancer had spread to her lymph nodes, her brain, and her bones. 

It's hard to explain how survivors feel when we learn of another's death to cancer. Our hearts grieve desperately and we often wonder why we've managed to survive while others haven't been as blessed. 

Please keep her family in your prayers. And pray for those of us who are still in the process of surviving. We always struggle with a fear of recurrence, which could invade our lives at any time.

 

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