If You Build It …
by Gail Presnell-Jones
I started my regeneration at Goodwill. No, I didn’t volunteer or utilize their many services; I simply shopped. After a year of battling cancer and an 18-month depression, I realized that I had two choices: I could continue to sit around in my fuzzy bathrobe, waiting for a miracle to lead me back into life, or I could get up, get dressed, and … Well, I wasn’t so sure what should come next, but I decided to go with that second option anyway. I would get up, get dressed, and take it from there.
A Race to Remember
by Khevin Barnes
When I was 12 years old, my family lived in a quiet neighborhood in Riverside, CA. I wasn’t very good at your typical school sports like baseball and football, but I was good at running. And I loved it. I loved it so much that it became one of my life’s greatest joys.
Go to Your Happy Place
by Ginger Johnson
Some people say that the cancer experience is like drinking from a fire hose – overwhelming. I tend to disagree. Adversity has the ability to make us better if we choose not to let it make us bitter.
Divine Secrets of the Ta-Ta Sisterhood
by Joanna Chapman
It can be really hard to make treatment decisions.
2. Seek out your pink tribe, the group that feels right to you.
3. Remember that it’s emotionally exhausting for your loved ones too.
Let’s Be Honest …
by Letty Cottin Pogrebin
Giving your friend with cancer permission to tell you the truth about what they want and what they’re feeling doesn’t mean they have to tell you absolutely everything. When friends of mine asked how I was doing during breast cancer, I used to answer in detail – until I started noticing how often their eyes glazed over.
Still Struggling with Post-Cancer Loneliness?
by Debbie Woodbury
I’m OK with solitude. In fact, I crave it. What I’m not OK with is loneliness. Before my breast cancer diagnosis and mastectomy, I thought I knew what loneliness felt like.
The Hidden Scars of Breast Cancer
by Beverly McKee, MSW, LCSW
As I emerge from a year of treatment for stage III breast cancer, I have 12 new scars. They vary in size, but each one bares a story of survival and a reminder of how much my body has endured in the name of surviving a life-threatening disease.
The Bald Blessing
by Nicole Malato
The other morning I looked into the mirror, just as I do every day. The woman with no wig on her head and no makeup on her face had a very different appearance from the dolled-up version who prefers to shield those around her from what cancer really looks like. This is the real me, a private reality that often brings sadness to my heart as I examine my reflection.