hanne foighel

The lights within

Becoming part of a different normal

When cancer connects to an old piano

Choosing life – an active choice every morning

There are angels walking among us

making decisions in times of change

Losing my brows - losing myself

My thanks to taxus, science and native Americans

Of cancer, mice, (men) and women

when you help others you might eventually help yourself

no one prepares us for the circumstances of life

is this an operating theater or an interrogation room

the ever present threat that cancer may recur

there is so much we can give one another

it is all about living life

there is a Jewish gene involved in cancer

death is not the man with the scythe

bells, freedom and chemotherapy

hair, hats and new brows

finally a cancer i can love

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