Ornaments
I like to bead .... so I started making beaded covers for Christmas tree ornaments. The first ones I did covered more of the ornament, but my newer ones are designed such that you can put them on a different ornament if the first one accidently breaks: they just slip over the top.
In 2008, a close friend of mine was diagnosed with breast cancer. Because of her doctor's negligence, and Starr's faith in her doctor, it was missed. She had found a small lump in her breast, and asked her doctor to give her a breast exam at her next visit. The doctor told her it was probably just a cyst and did not send her for further tests. Six weeks later, at the urging of a friend, Starr went to the nearest hospital emergency room with pain in her arm. She was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. She went on disability as she was treated with chemotherapy and radiation. She then had a double mastectomy, and has since had a breast 'transplant' (not a reconstruction, as the surgeons used her own body fat and skin to rebuild the breasts) as well as other surgeries related to the cancer and is now on permanent disability: she doesn't have the stamina to return to work (and is in fairly constant pain).
Having cancer (or any illness) is expensive: disability, for those who are lucky to have it, doesn't provide the same amount of income as a job does. There are medical bills, mortgage, food, and other expenses. When a friend of Starr's held a social to help raise funds for her, I wondered what I could do. I started to make my pink ornaments, and 1/3 of their selling price was given (and still is) to my friend to help her through the rough times. Each of my pink ornaments comes with Starr's request:Check your boobies .... and ask for a second opinion if your doctor finds a lump.
In 2008, a close friend of mine was diagnosed with breast cancer. Because of her doctor's negligence, and Starr's faith in her doctor, it was missed. She had found a small lump in her breast, and asked her doctor to give her a breast exam at her next visit. The doctor told her it was probably just a cyst and did not send her for further tests. Six weeks later, at the urging of a friend, Starr went to the nearest hospital emergency room with pain in her arm. She was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. She went on disability as she was treated with chemotherapy and radiation. She then had a double mastectomy, and has since had a breast 'transplant' (not a reconstruction, as the surgeons used her own body fat and skin to rebuild the breasts) as well as other surgeries related to the cancer and is now on permanent disability: she doesn't have the stamina to return to work (and is in fairly constant pain).
Having cancer (or any illness) is expensive: disability, for those who are lucky to have it, doesn't provide the same amount of income as a job does. There are medical bills, mortgage, food, and other expenses. When a friend of Starr's held a social to help raise funds for her, I wondered what I could do. I started to make my pink ornaments, and 1/3 of their selling price was given (and still is) to my friend to help her through the rough times. Each of my pink ornaments comes with Starr's request:Check your boobies .... and ask for a second opinion if your doctor finds a lump.