This is not a blog about baseball, although like the Annie Savoy character in Bull Durham, I believe in the church of baseball.
This is a blog about “second base” as in “Save Second Base,” a.k.a., “Save the TaTas,” a.k.a. breast cancer. It’s not just about me, although it was my turn to get breast cancer in 2008 and I will use myself as a frame of reference. It’s about everyone who’s faced down the beast called breast cancer, whether it was you or someone you love. How it made you laugh or cry or pissed you off or gave you something back. How you navigate this journey because of your doctors and nurses and family and friends, or in some cases in spite of them. How you cope. How you help others cope.
I started this blog because of a series of essays I wrote for the Omaha World-Herald about my experience with breast cancer, and the response I got from readers. I realized I missed the conversations I was having with these women (and a few men). Their humor and bravery and encouragement were so uplifting I wanted to open it up to a wider stage. We all have a story to tell, and I want to keep the conversation going. So please let me know what you think and what you want to talk about. I don’t want to be out here talking to myself.
And I wasn’t kidding when I said I believe in the church of baseball. I took refuge at Haymarket Park in Lincoln, Neb. quite often last spring to watch the Nebraska Cornhuskers and forget about my medical appointments and surgeries. There are few places better to lose track of the outside world than a baseball park.
Let’s get the conversation started–what worked for you? What helped you take a time out from cancer?