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I was born in NYC in 1956, the youngest of four sisters. We lost our father when he died of cancer at age 38, I was 8. Soon after that I started playing guitar. My youth was ruled by music and when I finally escaped school I began performing as a blues singer/guitar player, during the glory days of Asbury Park’s music scene. I moved to Key West in ’75 and had a wonderful, eight year run on that magical island before emigrating to The Netherlands in ’83. Music was my ticket to freedom; it’s taken me all over the world and was more of an adventure than a job. Things were going so well, towards the end of my 40th year I thought, “This has been my best year yet.” Then something happened that changed my life.
Wendy Sheridan
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| Last Updated ( Monday, 12 May 2008 ) |




In 1997 my sister Janey, age 46, was diagnosed with the rare and aggressive
During this time I noticed strange changes occurring on my breast but I laughed at myself for being a drama queen, chalked it up cellulite (or whatever) and did not listen to the little voice in my head saying, “Get a mammo!”. I remained in denial for about a year until my husband noticed the lump which turned out to be malignant, after all. I was 43.
I found that it was much easier dealing with my own diagnosis than those of my sisters. After having straddled the fence I feel that cancer is harder on the caregivers in almost every way.
aturday night is having a cosy dinner with my husband and cuddling up to watch a good film. That night life was killing me anyway.