On Ash Wednesday 2002, I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a rare blood cancer that weakens the immune system and eats the bones. The chaplain at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, put ashes on my head and said, "Remember you are dust..." Talk about the ring of truth. At forty-three, and six months postpartum, I had two broken ribs, two, possibly th (...)
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