how to help this blog

1) please post it on social media
2) participate: read the stories, make comments, suggestions, post pics...anything.

- Do you have your own cancer story you'd like to share? Please do!
- Humor of any kind welcome.
- Story ideas? Yup, need em.

I need people to pump life into it. If you are an old friend, I'd love to hear from you.

Oh, and if you are a pro blogger and want to help me fix this blog's design, I'd be most grateful!


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