Healing the Greatest Wound
by Ella Strzepa
“OK,” I said to myself as I took one more glance at the prosthesis that was lying on my bed. “It’s just another challenge; I’ll be fine,” I thought. Then I picked up my crutches, shoulder bag, and keys and left the apartment. It was supposed to be my first day back at work after taking a week-long vacation to celebrate my 30th birthday, settle into my new apartment, and let the wound on my stomach caused by the prosthetic socket heal.
Now I’m in Your Corner
by Becki Brown
When a malignant tumor is found on your 10th birthday, you have few stories to share about your life before “the big C.” As a fourth grader, I enjoyed playing outside with my friends and battling my little brother in video games. But that changed when my parents explained to me on a cold November evening that I had osteosarcoma (a type of bone cancer) of the rib.
Ten Years of Learning
by Heather Hall
I celebrate a milestone this year. It is my 10-year anniversary. Not one I share with a particular man. It is mine alone to revel in. I celebrate a decade as a cancer survivor. Ten years ago, I finished a wickedly aggressive treatment for bone cancer, traded my femur and knee for titanium, and started on a very different course from the one I planned after my recent college graduation.