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“Was I OK with dying? Would I still be there for my dog? Can I still smoke?” — all these thoughts entered my mind when my oncologist told me that I had leukemia.

The thought of hosting family for a week in the middle of cancer treatment made me anxious, so I set a boundary — and felt much better after the fact.

Now that I consider myself as a prostate cancer veteran, I find joy in offering support to others who have fears about their disease and death.

I was recently making myself lunch when suddenly, I was hit by an unexpected flashback to my daughter’s breast cancer experience.

For years, many of my conversations have revolved around my cancer. Now that I’m in the survivorship phase, I’m trying to be more mindful of these interactions.

I had a wonderful time at a recent breast cancer walk, until I got home and found a bracelet with a raunchy saying on it in my survivor’s gift bag.

Cancer attacks your body and puts you in a very vulnerable position.

After being diagnosed with mesothelioma, I learned to advocate for myself, and realized that it was an incredibly important life skill to have.

Since I have stage 4 breast cancer, I wanted an oncologist affiliated with a research institution. However, I hated the prospect of frequent long drives for care. Luckily, I got the best of both worlds.

When people say. “It’s just $35 to see a specialist,” they miss the entire issue of cancer-related financial toxicity.

I know that cancer is not lighthearted but wanted to offer a fun Halloween drawing activity for those affected by the disease.

Researchers running clinical should be aware of how these new drugs affect our day-to-day lives — not just in the big ways, but also the small ones that take their toll over the long haul.

Brest cancer treatment was a scary experience, but thankfully a survivorship support group helped me heal.

If I put all my energy into fighting breast cancer, I’d be bringing the disease into focus every day. Instead, I’m working on outsmarting cancer.

Walking on the American Tobacco Trail has become church-like to me, as I ponder life with cancer.

Truly raising awareness for breast cancer — or any other disease — can’t be done with walks and colorful ribbons, but through seeing the people who are affected by the illness.

When I found myself struggling with anxiety and depression after cancer and COVID-19, I decided a therapy dog might be a good idea, so I adopted one.

My view on Breast Cancer Awareness month — aka “Pinktober” — shifted after my daughter was diagnosed.

As a survivor, I always urged people to get cancer screenings, and now I’ve found myself advocating for the COVID-19 booster shots, too.

After my cancer diagnosis, my family moved to Florida, which upset me at first, but ended up being a good thing.

Here are some tips on how I helped a friend who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.

I sent all my cancer scans to my pediatrician, who combined the power of science with the power of belief and helped me through the difficult time.

I recently decided to stop feeling like a victim in life after cancer. Instead, I’ll celebrate life every day.

A professional illustrator and former cancer caregiver uses a detailed step-by-step approach using simple shapes such as circles and rectangles to demonstrate how others can easily draw a lion.

I wish “Pinktober” was more about saving the people who will die from breast cancer and less about pink ribbons and sexualizing the disease.

It’s easy to question treatment choices patients with cancer make, but my job as the mother of a patient was to be supportive.

Walking has played a key role in my cancer experience, as it helps my mental and physical health.

The truth is I stagger back and forth between the two camps — tell it like it is or walking on sunshine. It depends on the day, my treatment regimen, the lab or scan results, the losses and the gains.