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Synopsis

I love to remind you how strong and courageous you are.  I choose these adjectives for two reasons: one--I know they are true about you and two--this disease tries (and sometimes succeeds) at making us feel weak and helpless. But if you’re the type of woman like me who always feels like she has to be strong, who takes problems head on and is constantly looking for solutions, sometimes, just sometimes, being strong and courageous is NOT the best answer right away. For most of my life I have been considered the strong one in the family.  When I am hurt I don’t usually cry or hide. I usually confront the situation or person.  When I see injustice I speak up (especially for my kids) and I don’t have a problem taking on other people's issues and helping in any way I can. And most of the time this works for me. But every now and then I see a really soft, tender-hearted person who dares to be vulnerable and I get jealous (that was embarrassing to admit). I am thinking of a certain woman whom I went to dinner with.