I realize that’s not the most inspiring title; that’s just want I’m thinking about right now and have been for quite a while. Last week, while I was experiencing a small version of my blog post going “viral,” I learned that a friend of mine had died. I use that word a little tentatively since online friends are in a different category, I think.
I never met Kari Roush in person, we never even talked on the phone; yet, we “talked” electronically regularly for over a year. We mostly communicated via Facebook messenger after having been connected as Sister Buddies through an online support group.
The sister buddy program in one of my favorite support groups is designed to connect members to ensure that no member is “lost” in the shuffle. Since those of us with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer are often ill, often dealing with bad news, often…
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