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Confessions of Cancer Patient

A recent post I wrote confused a few readers. "Was that happening now or was that when you were sick in 2014?" And even though I blogged and wrote a book about surviving cancer, I haven't been fully transparent about my life and disease. So here goes a review of life at the Burnses over…

Peace in Adversity and Chaos

Dear Julia, I wanted to share this text with you from my friend who has pancreatic cancer… I thought it would make you feel good to hear positive results from a reader… we are taking our copy to Washington with us. Beverly, I have almost finished your cousin’s book! It is just exactly what I…

I HEAR DEATH KNOCKING

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“With long life will I satisfy her and show her my salvation.”—Psalm 91:16 My church is preaching healing over me during the service--wth the entire congregation. And guess what? It's working. None of my symptoms have completely disappeared but they are all better. My tinnitus is softer, no more nausea, my lymphedema is resolving, my…

Who Cares What the Numbers Say?

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“Who Care What the Numbers Say?-“Statistically speaking, my mom didn’t have the luckiest year. But who cares about the numbers. I would be hard-pressed to find a smarter, cuter, more perfect mom.” Wilton, my daughter, wrote this birthday message, her love and confidence echoing. Hard to believe it’s almost the first anniversary of finding the…

It Hurts!!

Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com From: Julia Burns Subject: Mastitis Date: March 19, 2014 To: Lisa C, MD Julia here with a medical problem. I have had mastitis since early February, which has not responded to two rounds of antibiotics. IT HURTS!! My doctor is trying to get me an appt. with the breast…

Introduction to Who Cares What the Numbers Say?

Remember the last time you had the flu and you were leaning over the toilet? That’s perfect concentration, meditation on one specific point: Please make it stop. Nothing distracts you or diminishes the power behind the one obsession you hold sacred. Let that be the last time. Make me well. When you’re handed a death…