Breast Cancer

A loosely knotted ball of thick white rope sits on the right side of a vivid hot pink background, with several frayed strands beginning to unravel. The large area of empty space on the left creates a minimalist composition, suggesting the slow process of untangling a complicated relationship.

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A priest, a medium, and years of therapy taught me grief doesn't need closure — just compassion.

Masks - Modern Loss

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My child's cancer diagnosis abruptly halted reflection on my own post-cancer body and soul. But after he died, it came roaring back.

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One guy’s journey through the murky territory of loss, and the map it has left behind.