When I moved here, I was reeling from my sister's diagnosis of colon cancer. As I looked around Kentucky, I saw the harvest wasn't tobacco, bourbon or any cash crop- but there was an abundance of opportunity to grow and reap hope and healing. I love this poem above... and for friends going through treatment, patients who rely on our presence, who require our diligence and care, and to my own family affected....today I send this to you.
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