Laura Yeager

If you encounter mistreatment by any of your cancer providers, do not be afraid to expose them. If they are hurting you, they could be hurting others.

Although I was never a member of a sorority in the traditional sense, having breast cancer has put me into a sorority of women (and a few men) and created lifelong freidnships.

Breast pain during the pandemic is extra worrisome, but finding an explanation for it is sometimes much simpler.

A cancer survivor deals with virtual examinations and how they can feel impersonal.

Chemotherapy killed my veins, and quarterly blood tests won't let me forget that. How it's impossible to ever forget the changes cancer brings.

During hard times, we must hold on to what we know well.

In the time of this pandemic, we're all in this together and need to give back where we can.

Having lived with the possibility of early death as a two-time cancer patient, I’m used to the coronavirus threat and all that it entails.

There's only one thing better than hearing you don't have cancer.

Facebook links my soul sister and me together. Sometimes, it's good news, but sometimes it's bad.

Finally, I'm experiencing a little less worry on my cancer journey and gaining some freedom from cancer.

We remember big events like births, deaths, marriages and holidays, but sometimes it's the little acts of kindness we remember the most.

Could this cough be a sign that cancer has gone to my lungs?

Let music keep you company during and after cancer.

A survivor reflects on having her breast implants removed as she hopes to turn the page in her cancer journey.

A beloved tradition at a local hospital disappears.

As a cancer survivor, I am always on my toes.

Evading the cancer issue is much easier.

After I lost my real breasts, I gave up hope of ever having a "nice" body again.

Sometimes it doesn't pay to make comparisons.

Mixing cancer and bipolar illness is not a winning cocktail in the long-term health care industry.

I probe the scars of cancer treatment and realize they are my salvation.

At 56, after two bouts of cancer, I realized something about my life.

After two bouts of cancer, happiness is a warm tush.

I'll look less like a woman, but I'll feel more like one.

The challenge of caring for yourself and your child while dealing with cancer is daunting.

My pre-Thanksgiving trip for a new prosthesis is successful.

I stepped out of my comfort zone to share my cancer story.

When mental health and cancer health merge

All the world's a stage, including cancer wards.