I have met some remarkable women who have treated breast cancer as one of those ‘Shit happens’ things.
But every now and then I come across someone who is not coping with the perceived loss of her womanhood. Nothing I, nor anyone else, can say or do, will soothe or make a difference to her physical and emotional healing process. Everything sounds trite and clichéd. Banal. She’s heard it all before.
It’s at those times I understand the power of prayer. Calling on a higher being to Do Something.
Even if it all it does is make me feel better.
Dusty Muffin 