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My path as a previvor is far from being straightforward, but having available resources and support has helped me along the way.

When my daughter couldn't express her words while she received treatment for brain cancer, her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

I wrote this poem in honor of my niece who had breast cancer, who was determined to live out the rest of her life giving her loved ones hope and strength.

I wrote these poems as a testament to strength, courage and resilience for all patients affected by cancer.

When I was diagnosed with stage 1A cervical cancer, I realized that life is short and I want to spend my time being the best version of myself.

A cancer survivor reflects on her emotions — and the step by step journey — of cutting her hair during chemotherapy treatment.

A cancer survivor wrote a poem about the darkness she feels after being told radiation treatments are over and she’s good to go.

This is a poem based on my personal interpretation of my husband’s experience while he cared for his mother with cancer.

I was diagnosed with stage 1 multiple myeloma in 2018 and writing poetry helped me work through feelings of anger and acceptance.

Chemotherapy-related baldness pressured my strained self-identity. Was I the same person?

I wrote this letter to cancer because my brother died too early.

Even when I didn’t feel like riding, brushing and grooming her kept my spirits up and provided a social outlet that wasn’t medically oriented.

As I visit the cancer center for chemotherapy to treat my CLL, I can’t help but take note of how different cancer may look in each person.

My wife and children were by my side as I underwent grueling and life-changing prostate cancer treatment.

My local Gilda’s Club chapter helped me through cancer, so I continued to go after finishing treatment

Helping others through their cancer experience helped with my own feelings of survivor's guilt.

When I noticed a lump in my breast, I immediately knew what it would be, so I worked to advocate for myself.

Even though my wife became quadriplegic after her breast cancer progressed, our insurance still did not help us out, so I became her caregiver full-time.

During chemotherapy for my chronic lymphocytic leukemia, I try my best to appreciate the positive aspects of life, like flowers and friends.

Through colon cancer and liver cancer, faith is what brought me to peace and clarity during treatment and now survivorship.

During my chemotherapy treatments for chronic lymphocytic leukemia, I had a supportive group of people surrounding me.

More often lately, I have tied these more specifically to my date of diagnosis. I just can’t get March 3 out of my thoughts. That is when I began to survive cancer.

I wish my doctor was more upfront — sharing both the realities and the glimmers of hope — the day I was diagnosed with brain cancer.

I kept picking at these possibilities, grasping for reasons why cancer was happening to me rather than someone else.

My health care team was monitoring me for cancer due to a BRCA mutation. When a hysterectomy got delayed for various reasons, I ended up with ovarian cancer.

As soon as one cancer survivor spoke, I knew I had to meet and offer to work with her.

I had a mindset shift when I met someone during chemotherapy treatment who told me that I’d die of my disease, like everyone else.

When I fell in love, I didn’t know my husband would end up getting cancer, but I also glad I learned that normal people like me can make a difference.