It sounds simple, but it’s hard to let go of the monster inside. I had breast cancer, and nothing will be the same.
Dear cancer here’s the truth: You suck. You are taking away my precious time and energy. You are taking up space in my head.
I celebrated 2022 with a breast cancer diagnosis looming like little black clouds (happy f**king new year).
Pages from my notebook on the search for equanimity in the midst of a breast cancer diagnosis.
Upon hearing the words over the phone: “breast cancer,” my heart skipped. The dark thing on the ultrasound was cancer. Time began to slow; my hands trembled.
Facing breast cancer with courage and strength. This story first appeared in the October 2013 issue of Rochester Woman Magazine.
Four years ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. When she told me the news, I got angry. Why her? How could this happen? Can it happen to me? What choices would she make? I wanted to support my mom any way I could, and wondered: what could I do or say to really …