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Recent clinical trial results have given me new hope that one day soon, a cure for all cancers will be found.

I was lucky to find a cancer resource center that offered support groups, free wigs and plenty more — including delicious luncheons for survivors and their families.

Looking back, perhaps a poem could have helped me tell my family about my cancer diagnosis.

After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I struggled to discuss what was going on, but once I started a blog, the sunshine began to pour in.

It has been 46 years since my brother died of cancer, and I have finally reached the “bitter resentment” stage of grief.

My daughter is a cancer “previvor” because she inherited a cancer gene from her mother, so this Father’s Day, I’m celebrating her, too.

After surviving cancer, I knew what medical upselling looked like, and experienced it firsthand when a clinician tried to send me for more tests than I felt necessary.

Telling friends and family about a cancer diagnosis can be gut wrenching. Here’s how I did it.

Seeing a friend meet up for a business meeting made me miss my fast-paced life before cancer, but reminded me to trust the process of where I am now.

Recent headlines have been highlighting a monoclonal antibody that eliminated evidence of disease in patients with rectal cancer, but I believe that findings from the research need to be taken with a few grains of caution.

Before being diagnosed with cancer, I would turn my gaze away from people who were suffering, but now, I connect with them, and know that it could be me.

Cancer and its treatments can affect oral health, though when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, the thought of seeing the dentist slipped my mind.

One of the most loving things I can do for my family is to purchase life insurance, but my application was turned down, presumably because of my cancer history.

Getting other medical opinions for my cancer diagnosis not only saved my life but also taught me self-care.

I was approached with the opportunity to ghostwrite for an author who was writing about his cancer journey. I’m still baffled by the timing, but that experience shifted into my eventual cancer journey.

Having someone beside you to accompany you during doctor's visits to take notes or having someone to help you find the right specialist or even to just help research what treatment options are available can be incredibly helpful.

I trusted my oncology team with my life, so it was important that I found doctors I was comfortable with.

I’m not going to worry that I’m changing my own health by saying out loud that this cancer stuff is hard and scary and kills way too many people every single day.

Watching my daughter’s life be interrupted by breast cancer made me want to help other parents who might find themselves in a similar situation.

It’s good to have all the facts when you decide whether to participate in a cancer drug clinical trial—even the ones that make you swallow hard and tear up.

My worst fear came true: I was diagnosed with COVID-19 while going through cancer. Now I live my life day by day.

In the immediate instance — and that’s where life is lived — I won’t spend my energy fighting against cancer. But that does not mean I don’t care. 

I didn’t know that starting a blog and turning to social media at the age of 30 after a cancer diagnosis would be so beneficial. But, I’m glad it turned out that way.

I can’t imagine not seeing my sister during her blood cancer treatment, but I also struggle to picture the effects of infecting her with COVID-19.

When I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, I was comforted by a simple phrase my oncologist told my husband.

I haven’t seen many 10-year triple-positive breast cancer survivors in my online support groups, but I can’t help but wonder: will my daughter be the one?

I was told that I would miscarry my pregnancy, but continued to feel more pregnant, leading to my molar pregnancy diagnosis — a condition I’ve never heard of before. 

I’ve always received impeccable care at my cancer center, but a recent experience made me feel like I was no longer a priority.