As you can see from the picture, Carolyn doesn't have much hair now, but she's come up from the back of the formation to fly in front while I go on to fly with Gladys.Chemo has similarities to thesis writing. Once you get used to the routine, you can handle it better.
BTW, GB....Carolyn has sent a message to you.
"Never give up." She's not planning to at any time. We discussed it and it's just not an option.
Carolyn and Sharon picture taken July 29, 2005
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Thanks for writing, Soraya! I've peeped into your blog, and was glad to learn you're once again making progress with your own dissertation. I promise I'll go back from time to time to see how you are doing (no way to get notified when you post something new, is there?)
Carolyn: I know you can't read this (Carolyn does not have a computer!), but nevermind, I hope Sharon can somehow share this with you:
THANKS FOR YOUR MESSAGE! The way into an academic community can be really tough (just think of this, neither of my parents attended secondary school, I'm the only English user in my family, very few of my colleagues are keen on using technology, none following the approach I advocate). Yet, I want to become an "expert" in the use of computers to teach writing among the ELL comunity, and am working for a post-degree diploma. I have come far, and you helped me remember that! I'm determined "never to give up", and as I repeat this to myself, I can feel the warmth of your look travelling all across cyberspace to comfort me (like a mother¡s hug!).
DGB,
Carolyn will understand exactly what you are saying. Both Carolyn and I grew up in a culture where education wasn't important for women, and as a result neither of us went into higher education until adulthood.
It took Carolyn 14 years to get her undergraduate degree in nursing as she took one course at a time while she was working, taking care of her elderly parents and being a single parent to her children. Along the way her husband left with another woman, her younger sister contracted cancer and died and her darling son Adam died suddenly in a car accident at age 17.
My story is certainly not as dramatic, but my elderly father still questions the value of education for me and doesn't understand why I continue to go to school in "late adulthood."
Keep marching to your own tune, GB.
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