Thank you, Mom, for teaching me to be honest, courteous, appreciative, and loving. Thank you for trying to teach me to be tidy, even though it didn't work. Thank you for teaching me to try to see the best in people.

Sara is now on hormone therapy for the next ten years. She began writing poetry during her treatment to help her cope and found it to be a nice way to connect with other cancer rebels.

All existence and phenomena in this world is changing constantly and do not remain the same for even a single moment. I keep calm and go with the flow.