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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.

After receiving a diagnosis of ER-positive breast cancer, I took a cancer-free diet seriously.

Even though cancer made its rounds through my family and myself, nature has brought a lot of healing.

My firsts walking into the cancer center was a defining moment for me.

Writing poetry helped me process the grief of losing my mom to metastatic lung cancer.

During cancer, we all share a common denominator: hope.

When experiencing loss, always look forward and have hope.

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in July 2022, I of course turned to my art.

Even after surgery and chemotherapy, I make sure to shine through cancer and any fear that stares at me.

Cancer is an emotionless assassin that can attack us and the ones we love most.

When I was my husband's caregiver, I tried to make things comfortable, but I'm not sure if the drugs and bedpans could ever make it right.

My plastic surgeon helped me accept my new face after basal cell carcinoma left a hole in my face.

Of everything I've ever done, I wonder how my multiple myeloma came to be.

The firsts I experienced after receiving a diagnosis of triple-negative breast cancer opened my eyes to the beauty of life.

Cancer comes with an awful storm, but the prisms of light can make it a little less worse.

The threat of breast cancer looms over me, even the pain is a threat.

My mother was a 50-year breast cancer survivor, but the second bout was relentless.

My right breast took the brunt but my left breast cried for years.

For the Jewish New Year, I had no more signs of lymphoma.

I had been diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer just three months after my mother passed away from the same disease.

Even the difficult experiences that we share, like the emotional and physical discomfort that comes with a cancer scan, can be a little easier when we know someone else has been through them, too.

When triple-negative breast cancer showed up at my door, I did what I could to prepare for the visit.

When I received a diagnosis of uterine cancer, I felt like I was falling into Wonderland, just like Alice.

A two-time breast cancer survivor, I danced above the invitation it first offered me.

I thought I would be fighting my battle with lymphoma alone, but my community of fellow cancer fighters stood with me.

Bluebonnets are a tenacious flower, which have taught me to be tenacious through breast cancer.

Of all the bad whatifs about cancer that creep into my ear, what if I turned them into positive whatifs?

My faith has helped guide me through chronic small lymphocytic lymphoma.