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Hello beautiful people.  

I have had the privilege of coaching many lovely individuals with Myeloma.  I learn so much from them.  

And thank the universe for Grace from the MMRF who is the ultimate guardian angel for those of us with incurable cancer diagnoses.  

I just set up an email that matches this blogspot so that I can keep my Myeloma related emails separate and I will be able to access them more quickly.   If you would ever like to communicate, please don't be shy, I am so grateful for emails.  

 My new email is healingmyeloma@gmail.com.  Write me. 

 I hope that the sun is shining where you are. 💜 

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