If you have a loved one with cancer or if you are having a love affair with cancer join me here. This is an uplifting, alluring and realistic saga of Love in the Time of cancer. I am also writing this because as Mark Twain said, “I don’t want to hear about the moon from a man who has not been there.” Loving a man with cancer is my moon. Take the next step with me.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Poor Cancer
What happens to poor people who have cancer? What happens if you live in the South End of Albany or in The low rise projects in Baltimore? What if you don’t have access to the Internet (No, the library does not help. Get over that.) and you can’t take two buses to get to the Gilda’s Club to relax in the coordinated Waverly print Comfort Room? What if your front stoop is the crying room and the drug dealer on the corner is part of your care team?
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