There was an amazing milestone in the Rosendahl house last week as someone close to us officially became a cancer survivor. Diagnosed last year, she has now been given a clean bill of health.
Celebrating this success, I am torn as I read with madness about another battle about to be waged. A woman I know - and adore - is heading down an all too familiar road as she faces her 3rd battle in as many years.
I just don't have the words to write and can't settle on one solid, unconflicted thought. I am really not interested in rainbows, quotes or lessons learned from the pains of others.
It's not right. It's not fair. And it's much more than pink.