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Breast Cancer was my lemon.  Writing a book for children is my lemonade. I spent my 40th birthday in the operating room, surgeons skillfully removing both of my breasts. My husband and children had been planning a party to celebrate my birthday with family and friends. That all...

Breast cancer was my lemon.  Writing a book to help parent’s navigate the cancer journey with their kids is my lemonade. My motto: Live your life by helping others. I received a rotten bag of lemons but through that adversity and dealing with breast cancer, I realized everyone...

Receiving a breast cancer diagnosis at 31-years-old was definitely a lemon. But learning chemotherapy would likely leave me infertile was the biggest, nastiest, rotting, lemon I could ever imagine! I’ve known since I was a little girl I wanted to be a mom. The very idea it may...

Being injured in Iraq was my lemon. Golf is my lemonade. I started swinging a golf club when I was a little under 3-years-old, but I wouldn’t fall in love with golf until my return from Iraq and the trials of warfare. While driving through a dangerous area south of Baghdad, a...

Heartbreak was my lemon.  Finding myself and finding an inner strength, that I had never before discovered within me, was my lemonade. He was “the one”.  I didn’t quite know that when we were together.  I just knew it felt right.  He was right.  The way in which he constantly...

Enduring and surviving the 2004 Tsunami in South East Asia that killed 250,000 people, including my boyfriend, was my lemon.  Finding love, generosity and a new way to live fully and beautifully was my lemonade. When I heard my dear friend, Samantha Harris, was launching a new...

My son’s autism diagnosis was my lemon.  Writing an award-winning play about the challenges and joys we faced in raising him was my lemonade. I am the mother of four wonderful sons.  In 1993 our eldest son, Geordy, was diagnosed with autism when he was only three years old.  We...

(shared via FeedingAmerica.org) Judy lost her job of 33 years and money became extremely tight.  She realized she needed a little extra help and found her way to a local food bank.  It was there that she discovered something she likely never imagined.  A healthier way of life....

Depression was my lemon.  Self empowerment through sharing my story is my lemonade. Over three years ago, I made a choice that could have changed my course and affected my family in a way they may never have understood. My name is Melanie, and I’m a suicide attempt...

My mother’s breast cancer was my lemon. Helping others in their recovery process is my lemonade. Breast cancer saved my mom’s life! As crazy as it sounds, I am grateful for my mother’s diagnosis of breast cancer. Of course, when I first learned of her diagnosis, “grateful” was...