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When I looked back on calendars and journals from my time with cancer, I was surprised to see that it was incredibly mundane.

Staying positive while receiving cancer treatment for non-Hodgkin lymphoma helped me feel grateful for happy moments.

Medical school didn't teach me how to help patients find hope during tough times.

I feel most thankful on Father's Day, especially after being told I'd never be able to have children.

When I told my friends and family I have multiple myeloma, some of them didn't know what to do.

In this poem, a woman with liposarcoma writes about her feelings during a long hospital stay.

Through it all, poetry was the lens through which I could examine and deal with these very emotional and painful times in my life.

Seeing a young man ringing the bell surrounded by family reminded me of the incredible support I received during ovarian cancer, too.

On the harder days with my husband’s cancer, we would try to remember happy memories to help improve our moods.

Learning that I had cancer — melanoma and renal cell carcinoma — made me feel like I lost something, but I keep looking ahead.

I expected chemotherapy, radiation and surgery to be difficult, but I felt totally lost after treatment ended.

Curing childhood cancer, any kind, is no place to be divided.

I’m grateful for my medical background and how it helped me care for my mom after her cancer diagnosis.

Caregivers are tailor-made to help patients and survivors through their cancer experiences.

I didn’t know that there were many kinds of breast cancer or how obsessed people were with hair.

My colon cancer diagnosis significantly dwarfed all my other problems.

With my breast cancer experience, there's always a juxtaposition between the fear of mortality and the hope of living.

Throughout my experience with stage 4 non-Hodgkin lymphoma, I realized that time is precious to me.

I hope my poem — which outlines my experience being diagnosed with colon cancer — brings light to someone’s day.

These poems encapsulated my successful battle with stage 4 Hodgkin lymphoma.

This poem is a reflection of some of my thoughts and feelings when my wife received a diagnosis of triple-negative breast cancer.

I believe a divine intervention miraculously saved my life when I had a dream about breast cancer — it turned out to be true.

My family history of breast cancer emphasized the need to take precautions seriously, especially in consideration of my two children.

After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I turned to writing as a form of healing.

I watched my family members go through breast and ovarian cancer diagnoses, and knew that one day, I’d have my own major medical decisions to make.

Sometimes we meet strangers along the way on this cancer path, with whom we have brief, intimate connections that awaken and humble us anew again.

I have an incurable cancer, which forces me — and my loved ones — to be ever-adapting in this physical and emotional battle.

When I received a diagnosis of colon cancer, my priorities had to change drastically.