**In retrospect: I wrote this post while sitting in a Balinese hospital, waiting to get a mammogram which I had been putting off. More than a month prior, I found a lump in my breast. Not wanting to hear the words: "You have breast cancer," in a country woefully unprepared to treat it, I put off the tests. (Ostrich syndrome, I know.) In the end, I heard the words: "It is just a cyst- you are fine." And I stood up from the oncologist's desk, looked around at those who didn't get to hear such words, and numbly walked to my car. When I shut the car door, I wept. Tears of gratitude for me and sorrow for others fell down my cheeks. Though I was grateful for this victory, my post of gratitude should have been different. On that day, I posted this:
I don't need to say anything more...
Erin Michelle Threlfall
Theatre Artist, Activist, and Educator, Erin is the mother of a budding genius in his 7th year of study. Erin and her little man, Edem, have a plan to investigate world theatre and influence education one continent at a time. Ghana, South Korea, Togo and Bali have been checked off the list of places to live; these days they call Brooklyn home.