
After being diagnosed with breast cancer at 39, I learned to advocate for myself, transforming fear into fierce resolve and purpose through every step.

After being diagnosed with breast cancer at 39, I learned to advocate for myself, transforming fear into fierce resolve and purpose through every step.

After my breast cancer treatment, I started a clothing bank to give others free access to recovery items like post-surgery shirts and pillows.

I’ve lived with large granular lymphocytic leukemia for 16 years and have learned to spend my energy wisely, embrace palliative care and choose joy over anger.

I found purpose after my AML diagnosis by reflecting on loss, embracing gratitude and using my experience to help others through their own cancer journeys.

I’m a single mom with chronic lymphocytic leukemia sharing how cancer tested me but revealed my resilience, hardship and the power of speaking up.

Recently, the American Lung Association released the 2025 “State of the Air” report.

After walking alone in Chicago’s Cancer Survivor’s Walk, I found strength, healing and a renewed commitment to live fully and authentically — starting now.

Breast cancer cracked me open but didn’t break me — it gave me voice, purpose and courage to dream boldly, live fully and speak up for those who can’t.

Living with stage 4 kidney cancer has taught me to embrace the present, cherish connection and find gratitude each day in unexpected places.

After 30 years with breast cancer, I urge others to pause, reflect and choose care based on long-term wellbeing, not fear or pressure.

After nearly 30 years with cancer — community, research and education have helped us find hope, strength and purpose in the face of chronic blood cancers.

I was diagnosed with stage 3 melanoma at 31, faced recurrence and now share my journey to raise awareness, stay hopeful and trust in God’s plan.

I’ve spent 14 years navigating recovery, mental health challenges and giving back to the cancer community through patient mentorship.

A patient shares his experience with a squamous cell carcinoma diagnosis, treatment and recovery.

Diagnosed with early-stage lung cancer, I chose robot-assisted surgery, navigating pain, fear and the bond with fellow cancer patients through it all.

The myth that "healthy people don’t get cancer" contributed to my shame, but I’ve learned that cancer can affect anyone, regardless of lifestyle choices.

After a second breast cancer diagnosis at 61, I faced 17 rounds of chemo, surgery and radiation, changing my perspective on life and leading to a new normal.

After experiencing unexplained symptoms, I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma and underwent a stem cell transplant.

Losing my hair after chemo was devastating, and I struggled to accept how it changed my appearance and self-image.

Before I underwent surgery to remove tumors on several organs, I was told it was the only way to determine what cancer I had.

With stage 4 colon cancer, I still think about death, but I’ve learned how to live in the present to enjoy each day I have.

When my daughter was diagnosed with a rare form of brain cancer, I was unsure about clinical trials but eventually learned that it was a lifeline that would save her.

When I was diagnosed with colon cancer, I had a hard time deciding what my legacy should be, but once I realized what it was, I had to keep working hard for it.

My daughter's diagnosis of a rare and aggressive brain tumor at 3 years old made me strongly consider whether or not to have her treated with radiation.

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.