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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.

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.

This poem was written in hope that those experiencing multiple myeloma, or other cancers, will find solace in knowing that advancements in treatments are being made every day, and a positive attitude with caregiver acceptance and support will prolong one’s days for a productive life.

As a three-time cancer survivor, I wonder: are my roots damaged or resting to find their way?

When I had cancer for the third time, I spent afternoons resting in my room, watching and listening to the sounds of nature.

When people tell me I have metastatic cancer, I don't let their doom and gloom stop me — I'm going to bloom like a flower.

“Waiting” described the waiting room at Children’s Hospital to get my chemotherapy. “My Days” was a remembrance of the year I was diagnosed with leukemia.

A young girl once fought as hard as she could though cancer.

After reading about breast cancer and aromatase inhibitors, a light went on for me about my leiomyosarcoma diagnosis.

There's irony in a healing place for a patient's cancer positionality.

I choose to stay positive and remain strong through my cancer treatment.

My late husband and I spent a week holding hands and talking, but between the darkness and his sleep mask, without eye contact.

After my treatment ended for triple-negative breast cancer, I thought I was done with cancer — and then I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

Spending a fourth of my life as a cancer survivor, I’ve learned a few lessons along the way.

I wondered how much I could contribute to cholangiocarcinoma awareness, but determined that if I help just one person, then that's a success.

I was in disbelief when I was diagnosed with cancer, but then I turned my attention to crafting my surviving strategies.

Here is what I would say to King Charles III after his recent cancer diagnosis.