The oncologist handed her brochures for preparing her children to live without their mother, and Marisol Dennis is still here writing about it many years later. That fact sits under everything else on this blog and gives the encouraging posts a weight they would not otherwise carry.
She does not present one path as the answer. She writes about faith and quotes Hebrews, about a rock shop in her own town, about prayer ties and a sweat lodge with a Lakota community, about raw food at a clinic across the Mexican border, about the Andes. A priest and a shaman both get credited with teaching her something.
Between those posts sit ordinary practical ones on email shortcuts and free tools, and one about a father who filmed himself talking about the crash that took his daughter so that somebody else might not do the same.
Eighteen posts. Read the diagnosis one first. It changes how you hear everything after it, including the light ones.