This may seem an odd observation, given your current status, but I must say - your hair has grown back just beautifully. I'm reminded of my maternal grandmother... my dear Mimi... who still visits me in my dreams on occasions when I need to see her. Ovarian cancer took her from us at 86 years of age on July 3rd, 2004. I remember sitting quietly with her when her CA125 levels began to climb again about 9 months after she finished her first round of chemotherapy infusions. She was lamenting that she had spent most of her life with "wretched, limp, thin" white hair, and that if she'd known how beautifully thick, silver and full of body it would've grown back, she might've asked for chemotherapy decades ago. The peace she had with her own impending end, the grace with which she lived and died, and a few other things about her remind me of what I see in you here. I believe that you two will greet each other one day. ❤️ Sending love and light as you continue on your path.
Darling Francine...You're handling this with grace and dignity. We love you so much.
Keeping you in my Prayers!! 🙏🥰 People need to be considerate of what YOU are going through, and not be so demanding of your time and energy!!
Thank you for taking the time to share. I absolutely love the interlocking heart earrings, they dangle so nicely on you.🍀
Thank you! 😊
Thinking of you….wishing you good days. Days of feeling good and peace in your heart. ☮️♥️
Francine love you lots and I'm so glad to call you friend! Love, light and sending lots of energy your way!
Same here girl
A beautiful and insightful video
I appreciate how beautifully you speak, both content and manner. I wish you all the best.
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This may seem an odd observation, given your current status, but I must say - your hair has grown back just beautifully. I'm reminded of my maternal grandmother... my dear Mimi... who still visits me in my dreams on occasions when I need to see her. Ovarian cancer took her from us at 86 years of age on July 3rd, 2004. I remember sitting quietly with her when her CA125 levels began to climb again about 9 months after she finished her first round of chemotherapy infusions. She was lamenting that she had spent most of her life with "wretched, limp, thin" white hair, and that if she'd known how beautifully thick, silver and full of body it would've grown back, she might've asked for chemotherapy decades ago.
The peace she had with her own impending end, the grace with which she lived and died, and a few other things about her remind me of what I see in you here. I believe that you two will greet each other one day. ❤️ Sending love and light as you continue on your path.
That's beautiful