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The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colours
He worketh steadily.
Oft times, He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand
as are the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
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PinkGirl
Dx Aug/05 at age 51
2cm. Stage 2A, Grade 3
ER+/PR-
Her2 +++
Sept 7/05 Mastectomy
4 FAC, 4 Taxol, no radiation
1 year of Herceptin
Tamoxifen for approx. 4 months,
Arimidex for 5 years
Prophylactic mastectomy June 22/09
" I yam what I yam." - Popeye
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