Cancer Has Shown Me That …
by Belinda Foreman
I love my children, but it is so difficult to let them
see me this way.
♦ It’s important always to tell the people around me how much I love them.
♦ God does exist, and God is good.
by Yvonne Watterson
Remembering the first time I saw it, nebulous and bright white on a screen in my doctor’s darkened office, the cancer makes me think of Carl Sagan’s “star stuff” quote. It requires magical thinking to accept the notion that human beings are descendants of a supernova that exploded long before we were born, that there is ancient stardust in each of us.
What Cancer Means to Me Now
by Patricia Prijatel
I sometimes play the “what if” game. What if I had never moved to Iowa? What if I had more kids? What if I had been born rich? What if I never had cancer?
8 Rules for Keeping Your Sanity
While Coping with Cancer
by Jane Loeb Rubin
As a four-year primary peritoneal cancer survivor and a fifteen-year breast cancer survivor, I am often asked how I’ve kept my head on straight when there seems to be so much fear associated with cancer. Drawing from some great advice from my husband, David, as well as my physicians, nurses, rabbi, children, and coworkers, I have come up with eight basic rules for keeping sane while coping with cancer.
by Gail Presnell-Jones
I can’t be the only person in the world who was already at what they thought was the lowest point in their life when their cancer diagnosis came along. Surely I’m not the only survivor who had been waylaid by life: a job loss, financial troubles, death, divorce, or any combination of the mud the cosmos sometimes slings at us. I can’t be the only person who fought cancer and will never say “Well, in the end, it was a gift.”
Art Washes Away the Dust of Everyday Life
by Emily-Kate Niskey
When my breast cancer journey led me to a bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction, I knew recovery would be difficult. But I thought to myself, “I can handle it; I have a high threshold for pain. And emotionally, I’ll be fine. No big deal. I wanted new boobs anyway!”
The Fashionista Fights Again
by Jennifer Pellechio-Lukowiak
In April 2007, I was a 38-year-old working mom who had just received a shocking diagnosis of stage II breast cancer. After enduring a lumpectomy and 14 months of chemo, radiation, and adjuvant therapy, my interrupted life was finally getting back on track. As I reached my five-year survival mark, my doctors were starting to use the other C word: cured. But life is full of surprises, extreme highs, and extreme lows, and sometimes they all occur within the same week.
I Live on the Edge
by Doris Zughoul
I live on the edge.
Not in some risky, romantic sort of way,
not like a sky diver or a race car driver.
Not even like a mountain climber.