Those of you who know me and know my work are familiar with my struggles with breast cancer. You may also know that I am very open about the subject ...
Just like so many of my beautiful readers, I am facing a serious health crisis. I am anxious, I am scared, I have started crying every time my eldest son throws a strike from the pitcher's mound because life has changed in an instant and I fear, oh how I fear, I won't be around to see him pitch next year.
Tight junctions (TJs) are crucial to both the development and normal functioning of most organs.
I'm choosing to embrace little signs, however silly or insignificant they may seem, as little "atta girls" from the universe reminding me that I'm never really alone. And that circumstances, people and random objects show up to remind us what we need to know in the moment.
The greatest outcome of this entire ordeal is that I will send a powerful message to my children: that when faced with the most terrifying things in life, their mother is the type of person who, despite feeling immense fear, marches forward.
June is National Men's Health Month, with National Men's Health Week set to begin June 9. That makes it a good time to remind the men in our lives about the importance of taking care of their health in general, and to remind them that men get breast cancer, too.
When my first daughter started cooing, my heart swelled and I ran to call my mother. The feel of my ribs turning inward on themselves when I remembered she was dead was more than I could bear.
I am witnessing her life transform in slow motion as this young woman heads toward adulthood. And I am so grateful that I am here to see it.
I've concluded that I can either sit at home and watch TV feeling sorry for myself or I can get my ass to the gym and feel good about myself.
If it's true that in life we are known by the company we keep, why not expand that company after death? Especially if you've kept remarkably good company.
She is a 30-year-old IndyCar driver from England, who now resides in Indianapolis. Without a full-time team, she represents one of these drivers who spends a great deal of time putting together her race schedule -- working with teams and sponsors to help find the funding for another chance.
But I don't want my obituary to say that I died of cancer. Is that so wrong? I want it to say that I passed away in my sleep at the ripe, old age of 90. It's hard to be faced with your mortality at age 40.
Many of us would be afraid to share what we had been through, but as you can see Brandy's list was courageous, ambitious, open and a very encouraging read on Christmas Eve.
With Memorial Day just around the bend, the kick-off to summer is here! If you or someone you know is facing cancer, or even has been through cancer treatment in the past, there are gatherings and retreats for you to also make plans to attend.
It never occurred to me to keep my diagnosis a secret, and I'm so glad that I didn't. Cancer became such a huge part of my life; I would have had to hide from the world if I didn't want anyone to know, and that's no way to live.
Nothing I can do will prevent breast cancer from ever coming back, either local or distant. The only power and control I have is what I do today, like putting on a pair of shoes and running.