It doesn't matter what gender you are. Movember can be a great way to finally allow yourselves or your loved ones to open up and share any health concerns you may have, be they mental, physical, or preventative.
As I thought about my ideal size in the dressing room, I tried to separate my own preference from the expectations of society, media, and men. Wasn't the purpose of reconstruction to replicate what you had lost?
It's tricky being a woman and appearing bald in public. How do I cope with the sad-faced sympathizers who can't help but tell me their cancer stories and imagine sharing my suffering?
None of us has to come clean and share anything we don't want to share. We have a right to our privacy and our dignity (there's nothing worse than losing it with people you don't trust to handle it).
The HeForShe movement got me thinking about how women help other women, "she for she," the every day kind. Sometimes only a girlfriend will do. My mom showed me how to do this too, driving our elderly buxom neighbor to get special bras only available at a store faraway.
When the last day of treatment arrives, the release of tension is huge; no more fighting, no more bracing against the assaults on your body, no more indignities to your soul, no more feeling like a science project. Your body is once again your sacred domain and you can close the doors and begin to heal.
Their chances of long-term survival have been so improved that now many breast cancer survivors can qualify for life insurance policies! The actuarial odds of their long-term survival can be computed, and priced.
Halloween is coming soon, and for those out there newly diagnosed with cancer, and their support team -- even those in treatment currently -- this diagnosis is downright spooky and frightening.
I recently read about an amazing program that recruits and trains cancer survivors to act as peer navigators, or "cancer coaches," to newly diagnosed cancer patients.
Jim's tragedy seemed insulting to my already-injured family. Jim died on Sept. 5; my mom died on Sept. 7. She was 46 and I was 15. Jim was 47 and his oldest child was 15. History, cruel beast, had repeated herself in a mocking chorus of eerie parallels.
And thankfully, the ultrasound was fine. There was nothing to worry about after all. It's been an incredible lesson and the start of an amazing journey. I had a feeling it might resonate for you too. Does it?
Most of you probably go for annual mammograms, but currently the experts disagree as to when and how often you should take pictures of your breast friends.
By Nancy Chuda founder and Editor in Chief LuxEcoLiving co-founder of Healthy Child Healthy World Nina Montée Karp is the youngest person to receive ...
I urge you to get informed about your own body and the technology available to you. So many of us make our children, our partners, and our jobs our priority. But today is the day to do something for yourself and get informed about your own health.
Receiving radiation was a lonely experience, she says. "I was in this room, lying down. I was told not to breathe, not to move. They locked the doors behind me. Great big metal doors. I thought, 'I'm alone.' It was the most alone I felt during my whole ordeal with cancer."
By Nancy Chuda founder and Editor in Chief of LuxEcoLiving and co-founder of Healthy Child Healthy World Las Vegas Nevada -- "Breast Cancer Awareness...