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When I was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive kidney cancer, I turned to God and He has helped me through my journey, each step of the way.

During my second trimester of pregnancy, I started to notice a weird rash, which led to other events before my diagnosis of AML.

Scans for cancer are never easy, especially when waiting for the results, but I’ve found ways to help me through these intimidating moments.

While being a caregiver to my youngest daughter with brain cancer, I felt emotional turmoil while being away from my firstborn daughter.

Just like how Christmas decorations creep into November before Thanksgiving, I hope Pinktober does not creep into September.

Two months after giving birth to my daughter, I noticed something was unusual, which led to my diagnosis of anaplastic oligodendroglioma.

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.

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.

I wrote a poem similar to Robert Louis Stevenson’s “My Shadow” about my cancer diagnosis.

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.