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The medical world has antidotes for many of the issues that arise from cancer treatments, so I learned to speak up about what I was experiencing.

After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I became a fierce advocate for myself.

I underwent cancer treatments during my lunch breaks at work. Looking back, I wish I took some time off.

While I've been deemed no evidence of disease, I'll continue to support others in my cancer wolfpack.

After I held my hand as my mom died, I wondered who would hold mine as I went through cancer.

While I’m usually a private person, it’s important to me to share my three bouts with cancer so that others will learn their bodies and their family history.

Cancer made me more empathetic, as well as an advocate for the HPV vaccine.

Despite my mother and grandmother’s history with the disease, I never thought I would one day receive a colon cancer diagnosis.

I pretend I’m at a spa day as an oncology nurse in a hazmat suit unhooks me from the intravenous drip machine.

I was working hard and feeling burnt out, until a cancer diagnosis forced me to slow down and reevaluate the important things in life.

After I was diagnosed with anal cancer, doctors wanted me to get an colostomy bag, but I refused. Later on, I had to voice my concern about a drug that could improve my chances for survival.

When doctors told me that there was no more they could do for my stage 4 lung cancer, I refused to believe them, and wish other patients did the same.

Prior to my breast cancer diagnosis, my only goal in life was for my son to turn 16 so he could drive me to and from the local bars. Now I can’t help but think that my cancer was meant for me to change my life.

After my dad died of colorectal cancer, I knew I had to continue advocacy work in his honor.

The way I saw it was that I could either die from cancer, or from the side effects from the clinical trial. It was a difficult decision to make, but I am glad I chose it.

A stage 3 colorectal cancer survivor shares her story of being diagnosed right before the COVID-19 pandemic.

Beyond its lessons, cancer has also brought, along with the fear and anxiety, a conviction to empower myself and to create a life that I deserve: One in which joy can triumph over that fear and that anxiety.

After I was diagnosed with cancer, I started to feel like a burden to my loved ones. So, I wrote a letter urging them to continue on with other aspects of their lives.

After my mom died of colon cancer, I became an advocate with the hopes that fewer people would be lost to the disease.

After being diagnosed with colorectal cancer, my ostomy — which I named Toodles — opened up a world of body positivity for me.

After being diagnosed with stage 4 colorectal cancer, I made it a mission to share my story and help others.

My dad was always strong willed, and I think that helped him face aggressive, late-stage cancer.

I let go of knowing I won’t ever be without anxiety of my cancer growing again and let go of the idea of any “old me” returning. I was now focusing on the “new me.”

When I was first diagnosed with a stage 4 neuroendocrine tumor in my small intestine, I went through three stages of coping with my cancer: anger, planning and living life.

Last year, my wife died of triple-negative breast cancer that was caused by a genetic mutation. If her family risk was discussed more openly, she — and many others with an inherited predisposition to cancer — may still be here today.

After being diagnosed with stage 2 colorectal cancer, I discovered that I had two sisters — and a family predisposition to cancer.

A brain cancer survivor explains how she found a way to navigate her cancer journey as a traveler, grateful to be alive.

A teenager from Pennsylvania whose father died from colorectal cancer explains the impact it had on her life and how she has stepped into the field of advocacy to help others.