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This is the poem I wrote to help myself cope with my new diagnosis. It served as a reminder that I was resilient.

Accepting both my beauty and flaws helps me push away the fear cancer brings.

I reflected upon my last great trip with my husband and the moment my wait and watch approach ended for my follicular lymphoma.

Even though I lost my hair from cancer treatment, I didn't let that stop me from styling my hair with attitude.

When my wife was diagnosed with stage 3B melanoma, we decided to openly speak about our fears.

Any one of us stricken by cancer remembers our own breaking news.

"Moments feel better when they are stolen," wrote a cancer survivor.

After receiving a diagnosis of breast cancer, I received so much support from my family, friends and others.

After treatment for colorectal cancer, I wrote this poem to my children because I wasn't sure how much time I had left.

As the son of a breast cancer survivor, here is a poem recalling the time she first told me about her cancer.

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.