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I’m mourning the death of a patient with cancer who I had never met in person, yet I loved and admired her just the same.

After my daughter was diagnosed with cancer, I began to share my experiences through writing, and through that I found camaraderie — and heartbreak.

Days before I went on vacation, I learned that my blood cancer might have progressed to a more aggressive disease.

Who would have thought that a small dinosaur toy helped give me the strength to fight metastatic breast cancer?

Before every cancer scan, I used to prepare myself for the worst.

I lost my hair during cancer treatment, but now that it’s growing back, I no longer obviously look like a patient.

Living with a hereditary cancer diagnosis, it is crucial that I prioritize my physical and mental health.

As it turned out, I didn't have to die from my long-term cancer side effects. I only had to feel like I was about to for long enough for the medical profession to finally take notice.

Growing up, I thought that only “bad boys” used marijuana, but after my cancer diagnosis, my perception slowly changed.

Sometimes I feel lazy and berate myself instead of admitting that I am ill.

As a mom, I have the “worry gene,” though it got much worse when my daughter was diagnosed with cancer.

For the past nine years, I’ve struggled with waves of overwhelming fear of cancer recurrence. I knew I had an issue, but until recently, wasn’t aware of how much fear was affecting my life.

I was diagnosed with cancer five years ago, and am extremely grateful for the people I met along the way.

With each hike I complete, I feel empowered and reminded that breast cancer — and lingering lymphedema — cannot keep me down.

After being diagnosed with a rare form of cancer — and seeing a clinician who did not know how to treat me — I learned the importance of asking questions to my providers and advocating for myself

I hated the way that hormone drugs made me feel, so I spoke with my loved ones and oncology team and made the difficult decision to stop.

After being no evidence of disease for about a year and a half, I am now fearing that I’m not fearing enough.

I don't remember the first time I heard the word "germline," but I do remember when it became a major part of my life.

After going through grueling cancer treatments, I thought I’d never be back to my old self again. But thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

Before leaving on vacation, I had to make sure I had enough of my cancer medication to last me through the trip.

Looking back on my experiences with leukemia and with alcoholism, I realized that the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous can be applied to life with cancer.

Anything that got in the way of my healing from cancer had to be put on hold.

After going through cancer, Mother’s Day feels a bit different.

Slowing down due to cancer and COVID-19 made me realize the parts of life I’ve been missing, though my new pace isn’t all bad.

The night before my mastectomy, I had a dream about my grandmother who died of breast cancer, which gave me hope throughout the frightening process.

I'm thankful that I spoke up about my bone pain related to cancer metastases.

My husband is "that guy" who always takes care of everyone else, so his recent cancer scare was unfathomable.

I’ve learned that knowledge is the key to fighting cancer. Here are three ways I learn more about my disease.