
COVID-19 has robbed us of the physical ways we remember important milestones on the cancer journey and the physical ways we need to mourn.

Debbie Legault is the mother of a young woman who was diagnosed with breast cancer at 27. Debbie chose to share the experience of being a full-time caregiver to her daughter during treatment in a blog called “Mom … It’s Cancer” and published the compilation of those thoughts in book format when active treatment was completed. Legault soon realized that the end of treatment was actually just another beginning and continues to write about the realities of survivorship both from her perspective as a caregiver and from her daughter’s point of view.

COVID-19 has robbed us of the physical ways we remember important milestones on the cancer journey and the physical ways we need to mourn.

The balancing act of being a caregiver and parent simultaneously is one that requires acceptance and fierceness.

A caregiver discusses the challenges of always waiting to hear "the cancer is back."

The timeless tale of A Christmas Carol not only shows us how to be a better person, but how to look at the entirety of our cancer journey and what may lie ahead.

In the wake of a cancer journey as a caregiver, mammogram appointments have a new meaning, and new emotions, associated with them than before.

Nothing ever really ends, even when the treatment journey has wrapped up the memories of cancer are everywhere.

Cancer is often characterized by agonizing months of treatment and a dismal outlook, but sometimes the lighter side can find its way through.

As a caregiver for a patient with cancer, it can be an isolating experience. However, being around other caregivers can be a painful reminder of the sacrifices made along the cancer journey.

Caregiving for a patient with cancer is a journey unto itself, and one that can have its own ramifications as well.

I received a phone call that would alter the course of my life in ways that I couldn’t possibly have imagined. On the other end was my 27-year-old daughter and I sat dazed and confused as she tearfully said, “Mom … it’s cancer.”