For a list of survivor stories by cancer type, click the Type of Cancer and follow the link at the bottom of the page.
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.”
by Kimi-Kali Powers
To hear the words “You have cancer” is devastating for any one person to handle. When you have two complete strangers brought together by the same exact diagnosis, months apart, it makes you stop and think, How did this happen? Did we drink the same water? Sit on the same toilet seat? Breathe the same air?
Facing Cancer Together
by Laura Shipp
Country music’s Charlie and Nan Kelley faced the toughest year of their lives when they were each diagnosed with cancer within months of each other.
by Joanie Shawhan, RN
I do not send Christmas letters, not because I am lazy or too busy, but I rarely have anything newsworthy to share. I am unable to testify to the exploits of talented, gifted, brilliant, amazing, or perfect children, as I have none. I am not the proud owner of a clever pet, such as a chocolate lab that consumed a string of popcorn from the Christmas tree and carefully rearranged the cranberry strand over the bare boughs.
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 Wendy S. Harpham, MD, FACP
During the disorienting weeks after a diagnosis of serious illness, people often ask “Why me?” This question never once enters my mind in the weeks after my cancer diagnosis, which I attribute to all I’ve seen over the years as a physician. If anything, “Why not me?” Then, after weeks of wrestling with fear of death, an unexpected concern erupts: “What if I survive?”
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.