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Here are a few tips I’ve found that helped me regain a sense of control after being diagnosed with breast cancer.

Life looks a bit different after my cancer diagnosis and the COVID-19 pandemic, making me even more grateful for the people in my life.

When I was asked to speak to a youth service club about my cancer, they asked some meaningful questions, making me take stock of my experience.

As a cancer survivor, major medical appointments cause a great deal of stress. It took my dog throwing up to make me snap out of it.

Fighting for something I believe in was worth it, especially since it came to my health after cancer.

As a cancer survivor, the COVID-19 pandemic continues to affect me and force me to miss activities — and people — I love.

In 2023, instead of looking over my shoulder to see how cancer has invaded every aspect of my life, I’m vowing to face forward. No fear. No uncertainty. No what-ifs.

I’ve heard the phrase, “don’t waste your cancer,” as a way to encourage survivors to tell their stories and donate to nonprofits.

My local cancer wellness center offered a singing bowls session, which I found incredibly relaxing.

Over the years, I have learned that self-image is an important part of the cancer experience and can change day by day.

As we enter 2023, I’m looking at life a bit differently, and will prioritize things that make me happy.

I’ve been watching a YouTube channel about Borneo orangutans, and realized that these animals remind me of myself after cancer.

From high prices in the supermarket to rising PSA levels, inflation can affect patients with cancer on more than one level.

Having cancer care denied or delayed is not a harmless situation when your life is on the line.

I recently came across a Twitter thread where people were shaming a cancer survivor’s decisions, forcing me to step back before reacting.

While the large cancer hospitals do amazing work, I am extremely grateful for my local cancer center.

After being diagnosed with cancer, my love for December is not just Christmas.

No matter how grateful I feel this holiday season, I fear that my daughter’s no evidence of disease status was just a roll of the dice — and another roll can take us back to the world of cancer.

During this holiday season, lighting candles in remembrance and in honor of those who need a little light on their cancer journeys helps me cope, too.

As I work on a holiday drawing, the coyotes are howling outside, while inside, my cat and I are reminded of my wife who died of breast cancer.

Now that I’ve met my insurance premium, I’m scheduling some year-end cancer appointments, and praying for good results.

The breast cancer community is made up of men and women who understand the importance of camaraderie. By showing each other love and support, no one ever feels alone. 

In my cousin Barbara’s salon, a group of fellow Black women helped boost my confidence as I shaved my head after being diagnosed with cancer.

When I experienced a sarcoma recurrence in 2017, I was given less than a 10% chance to live for five years. Now that I’ve surpassed that statistic and celebrated my five-year wedding anniversary, I’ve proven to myself that I’m not defined by cancer statistics.

I was told I had the “good” type of breast cancer, but does such a thing even exist? I think not.

From ballooning ankles to rashes, there were multiple chemotherapy side effects that I had to deal with — here’s how I did it.

Men often decide to tough out their cancer alone, but tough guy Terry Bradshaw is starting to open up about his sometimes-rocky journey with the disease.

Once I got the hang of administering subcutaneous immunoglobulin, my life was so much easier, as I no longer had to undergo monthly IV infusions for my cancer-related compromised immune system.