tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post7918453318996827829..comments2022-12-10T06:44:36.581-08:00Comments on My life, distilled.: Life, DistilledAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17061022052158466391noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-1158016730360677452012-06-22T01:39:45.111-07:002012-06-22T01:39:45.111-07:00Thank you for being so honest Heather...to show ev...Thank you for being so honest Heather...to show everyone that as amazing and smart and tough as you are, you are a human being, a mom and a wife who is scared. We all need to be reminded of our frailty every day and for those of us who are blessed with health (at least for the moment) we are grateful for that reminder. Every day I get to get up and go to work..or run a race or play with my kids I think of you and look forward to the days you post of how tired you are from chasing them around or go hiking with them all day. Thank you for fighting so god damn hard... so many we see just succumb to the seemingly inconquerable mountain that is cancer. I wish my cousin last year had the same fire you do. Know that every time I run or play or work...I do so with you in mind. We are all her to support you in every way we can...so if you need to be in the nest a while...stay there and heal. No need to be witty or funny. Just be well :)Angela Bullernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-7343514423855328582012-06-21T13:20:41.062-07:002012-06-21T13:20:41.062-07:00Good for you! Now that is getting down to the dir...Good for you! Now that is getting down to the dirt... the bone... any trauma that any of us experience in our lives has the opportunity to identify us... it is only in taking that trip to the pigpen and wollowing around a bit that we come to the realization that the only thing accomplished was getting dirty and guess what... everyone else in the pen is dirty too! Our experiences, our traumas, our trials are not unique... how we handle them is where we become unique. They are where we... if we are lucky... find compassion and gratefulness for all experience that shape us into those unique beings and understand that everyone else is struggling with becoming their individual unique person and to be compassionate of their condition and journey... we all have a way of getting there... and without doubt... you, Heather, will most definitely get there!!! I send positive thought and prayer... <br />KatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-61406229205202332852012-06-20T16:36:54.240-07:002012-06-20T16:36:54.240-07:00This post speaks to so much of my own experience d...This post speaks to so much of my own experience dealing with breast cancer - the fears and guilt and crying and inability to dress myself and not wanting cancer to become my identity. Thank you for being brave enough to share your experience.Amy L. Burnshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00033082901652221726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-29506651653703840852012-06-20T14:47:13.812-07:002012-06-20T14:47:13.812-07:00Heather, this is Nicki's mom. I have been fol...Heather, this is Nicki's mom. I have been following your blog. Obviously you are an awesome writer, and I really enjoy your style of writing. But more important, I think what you are doing is couragous and amazing and the most un-selfish thing a person could do! I am convinced you will beat this and will soon be able to "go out and play." My prayers for quick healing.<br />CarrieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-88234618036327271252012-06-20T13:54:09.165-07:002012-06-20T13:54:09.165-07:00You rock.You rock.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746051431270184299.post-222797254859169192012-06-20T13:30:25.270-07:002012-06-20T13:30:25.270-07:00Heather I love you! You are the best writer. I a...Heather I love you! You are the best writer. I am so sorry you have to go through all of this. This blog in the end will help others. My cousin lost her mother after a nine year fight with breast and it has been really hard to ever talk to her about this. There is nothing you can ever say to make it better and half the time you are worried about saying something wrong. Talking to her about you has opened the door to talk about her mother "my aunt gigi" and now we are preparing to do an event in her honor which is way overdue. So please keep writing as you have no idea the people you will help. It should be us helping you but in reality you are saving us. Teaching us to remember to cherish everything, fight hard when we need to and just plain...LOVE! xoxo BriannaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com