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November 15, 2013


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Audrey Brown

I have been reading Jeanne's blog since, an article appeared in Canadian media when she was trying to find a Canadian to marry to for our health care. My immediate reaction was simply, now this is a women who will change the world. And she did, one blog post at a time, taking us into her struggles, with honesty, joy and a never ending quest to make things right. Her words reminded us that we should never be silent in struggle. And that we should share our struggles and pain. Thank you Jeanne for your words, you have made a difference.


Today any challenges I face seem minor, and I feel sad. I got word last night that my writing teacher and friend, Jeanne Sather, passed away yesterday morning. It is because of her that I had enough confidence in my skills to launch my writing business and do what I love to make a living. Under her tutelage, I discovered an ability to tailor my style to match the audience and/or company, to keep working until it's done, and that crappy first drafts are a good starting point. She also taught me that a cancer diagnosis doesn't mean you can't continue to live life your way—and her way was with Attitude with a capital A. I hope if I ever face a serious health issue that I will remember those lessons as well as the writing ones. Thank you Jeanne.


I never met Jeanne in person, but I read her blog every day. One of the things I loved about her was she wasn't afraid to ask favors. Mostly what she needed was simple: like hand-written letters to authorities to help her obtain TDM1, which was great practice for letters you might one day need to write on your own behalf. The fact that she didn't hesitate to ask her readers to help her broke the ice. We had a lot in common—both journalists, both HER2 positive, and both rebels. I will miss you, Jeanne

Malcolm Kirkpatrick

Aloha, Jeanne.
I don't know what prompted me to search "Jeanne Sather" ten minutes ago. We met when she was at the East-West Center. I guess that was thirty-some years ago. I remember being immediately captivated by blond hair and green eyes behind a buffet table in Jefferson Hall. She loved conversation, hiking, culinary exploration, and music. I recommended to her a friend in Japan when she left Hawaii. We did not maintain contact, although I saw her name above news articles now and then. I'm sorry if this sounds banal. If there's a point here, it's that, without the least effort, Jeanne made a lasting impression.


Jeanne and I met in the Summer of 1987 in Tokyo; my family and I had just moved to Japan, and my children and I felt a bit lost. One morning, I went to Hibiya Park with Miriam, the younger daughter, strolling along, feeling lonely. Suddenly I saw a Caucasian woman with a little child in the distance, and I remember the thought 'thank goodness, someone I can start a chat with'; the little child started running, and so did my daughter from our side, and both children slipped in a mud puddle together, Akira being 3 and Miriam 5 years old. That is how we met, and we became close friends, spending much time together with our kids in the parks and places of Tokyo. Eventually, Jeanne moved back to the US and we returned to Germany; we stayed in touch and remained friends for 26 years. I went to see Jeanne in Seattle in 2003, and she and Robin came to stay with me Frankfurt in 2009 - each time, we were able to pick up the thread right away and shared the closeness from the beginning. The last time I saw Jeanne was end of October; fortunately I came to Seattle for work and went to be with Jeanne at the Bailey-Boushay House; it was sad and comforting at the same time. Jeanne, whom I have admired all my life for her ability to lead a conversation, for the splendid way she could express herself in writing and verbally, who is the most inspiring person I have ever known, my writer friend Jeanne asked me to do the talking, because her voice failed. So we went down memory lane together and remembered the old Tokyo days, we laughed and cried, only a little, in the end.
Frieden für Dich, Jeanne

Lisa O

I never had the pleasure of meeting Jeanne in person but we "met" online about 5 years ago when we bonded after the death of a mutual friend in Texas. I bought several of her pieces of jewelry and cherish each one. She made lady bug bracelets and earrings for my daughters 2 Christmases ago and they still talk about "their friend Jeanne" (they are 8 & 10). I have several family members and friends who have dealt with cancer over the past few years and reading Jeanne's blog has always been very helpful in knowing what to say to them and also what NOT to say. I just miss Jeanne so very much and find myself reading through her archives and a few emails that we wrote back and forth. I only knew Jeanne online but if I had to describe her in one word it would be GRACIOUS. I pray for her everyday and continue to pray for her family - her precious boys in particular. I will never forget her and am so happy that I have the beautiful jewelry she made. Peace, love and light to you sweet friend

Vikki Chavez

I am very so sorry for your loss. I only knew your mom through her courageous energy that flowed from her online journey, and it was impossible not to be touched by her life. I can tell she was a very special, awesome woman, and one who will be missed and remembered forever. God Bless her and those she left behind. See you on the other side, Miss Jeanne. Vikki tinydogsrule.com

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