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I didn’t know that there were many kinds of breast cancer or how obsessed people were with hair.

My colon cancer diagnosis significantly dwarfed all my other problems.

With my breast cancer experience, there's always a juxtaposition between the fear of mortality and the hope of living.

Throughout my experience with stage 4 non-Hodgkin lymphoma, I realized that time is precious to me.

I hope my poem — which outlines my experience being diagnosed with colon cancer — brings light to someone’s day.

These poems encapsulated my successful battle with stage 4 Hodgkin lymphoma.

This poem is a reflection of some of my thoughts and feelings when my wife received a diagnosis of triple-negative breast cancer.

I believe a divine intervention miraculously saved my life when I had a dream about breast cancer — it turned out to be true.

My family history of breast cancer emphasized the need to take precautions seriously, especially in consideration of my two children.

I watched my family members go through breast and ovarian cancer diagnoses, and knew that one day, I’d have my own major medical decisions to make.

Sometimes we meet strangers along the way on this cancer path, with whom we have brief, intimate connections that awaken and humble us anew again.

I have an incurable cancer, which forces me — and my loved ones — to be ever-adapting in this physical and emotional battle.

When I received a diagnosis of colon cancer, my priorities had to change drastically.

Cancer's chaos can cause a storm full of unknowns.

This is the poem I wrote to help myself cope with my new diagnosis. It served as a reminder that I was resilient.

Accepting both my beauty and flaws helps me push away the fear cancer brings.

I reflected upon my last great trip with my husband and the moment my wait and watch approach ended for my follicular lymphoma.

Even though I lost my hair from cancer treatment, I didn't let that stop me from styling my hair with attitude.

When my wife was diagnosed with stage 3B melanoma, we decided to openly speak about our fears.

Any one of us stricken by cancer remembers our own breaking news.

"Moments feel better when they are stolen," wrote a cancer survivor.

After receiving a diagnosis of breast cancer, I received so much support from my family, friends and others.

After treatment for colorectal cancer, I wrote this poem to my children because I wasn't sure how much time I had left.

I wrote this heart-felt poem after watching my father pass away from stage 4 lung cancer.

As the son of a breast cancer survivor, here is a poem recalling the time she first told me about her cancer.

When I visit my sister with cancer, I like to make up stories.

Writing poetry has helped me process all that I've been through as a breast cancer survivor.

In memory of my sister, Barbara, who died of Hodgkin lymphoma in 1954.