My Doctor Fired Me!
by Michele Forsten
“You’re no longer my patient,” Dr. L, my trusted gynecologist of 15 years, told me. “Where do you want me to have your records sent?” What had I done to deserve this? Argue relentlessly about a bill? Get caught stealing K-Y jelly? None of the above. What I did was try to take care of myself the best way I knew how.
by Deborah J. Jesseman
It has been nine months since my breast cancer diagnosis. My doctors have been wonderful and professional. I have received information, known my choices, made decisions, and been aware of the consequences. But one thing I was not prepared for was chemo brain, or as we call it at our house, “fuzzy brain.”
Life Goes On
by Sue Glader
Like most young mothers diagnosed with cancer, I had some pressing issues to deal with. Namely, my only child, Hans, who was 13 months old when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1999 at age 33. I can say without reservation that Hans’ presence in my life was an absolute motivator for getting through treatment and getting on with life. I mean, I had mothering to do. I had a child to raise. Being laid out flat just wasn’t an option for a toddler raring to go go GO!
Fighting Cancer with Support
by Traci Clancy
In September 2008, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. As I waited in the radiologist’s office for the results of my biopsy, my husband, John, and I were confident that the tests would come back negative. The statistics were on my side: no one in my family had had breast cancer, and many of our friends told us that if it hurts, it’s not cancer or if it’s on both breasts, it’s not cancer. Well, it was, and we were shocked.
by Melanie Rollins
After chemo, when my hair finally started growing back, it was like peach fuzz at first. There was great excitement, until I stepped back from the mirror and realized that the first hair was transparent, and there was not enough of it to make the slightest difference. I still looked completely bald.
Sharing Our Stories
by Lori Taft Sours
Ten years! February 3, 2010, marked the tenth anniversary of my cancer survivorship. It was a time to reflect on the past, relish the present, and plan for the future. It was also a time to share my story, as I believe that knowing each other’s stories gives us all strength and hope.
My Fear of “The Big R”
by Fredricka R. Maister
Cancer just the word could spin me into ruminations of doom and gloom, pain and suffering, and possible death. Ironically, despite my very real fear of one day hearing “You’ve got cancer,” I never truly believed that I would ever be diagnosed with the disease. I was young, physically fit, and health conscious. I didn’t indulge in junk food, didn’t smoke or drink, and was born to a family with bad cardiac DNA, not wayward cancer cells.
Do I Know the Lady in the Picture?
by Pamela Estes
A girl with a short, choppy haircut looks back at me. She’s not young, not old, but dangling somewhere in between. Do I know her? Is she a part of my past, perhaps an old friend, or just someone I thought I once knew?