Our cancer journey
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the corner on the market of suffering.” Nor does cancer define
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the corner on the market of suffering.” Nor does cancer define
September 29, 2006 You use pain so wisely,With infinite care,Knowing right whereTo push and pull and tearAnd break and burnUntil I’ve finally learnedWith all my
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding on andLetting goOpen handedLingering Fragile, fearfulUnmoved, strongLaughing joyBitter drink Hoping
As I did in 2021, I’m posting some of the email updates I send to friends and family. I typically edit these down a bit
Dear readers, Below is a collection of emails I’ve sent to friends regarding my second, and terminal, cancer diagnosis. I’ve edited out the more personal
Three years ago today, my phone rang with terrible news. My doctor’s office called to inform me they finally had the results of my three-and-a-half
When I was a child, my mother passed along to me a deep appreciation for the life story and writings of Elisabeth Elliot. As a
What is it about a good story? Kate DiCamillo said it best in The Tale of Despereaux: “Why would you save me?” Despereaux asked. “Have
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of our world, healing into the brokenness? What if one voice
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by way of prolonged physical illness, sustained stress, or painful loss.
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the
September 29, 2006 You use pain so wisely,With infinite care,Knowing right whereTo push and pull
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding
Dear readers, Below is a collection of emails I’ve sent to friends regarding my second,
Three years ago today, my phone rang with terrible news. My doctor’s office called to
When I was a child, my mother passed along to me a deep appreciation for
What is it about a good story? Kate DiCamillo said it best in The Tale
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by