My life and my heart were full -- a wonderful husband, three great children, a fantastic job with good benefits -- but in just one day I went from being a perfectly healthy 41-year-old woman to a breast cancer patient.
In a few days I will be joining the half-century club. Most of my friends beat me to it, including my husband. My sister was inducted two years ago. My father's been a card carrying member for over 20 years. Yes, I'm turning the big 5 - 0 and I'm excited. My girlfriends already threw me a surprise party but before I officially turn the corner, here's a few things I learned during my decade of being 40.
I have never actually stopped to fully analyze why I gave up my career as a partner in a law firm, to give all my attention to ending breast cancer. I am often asked why. And I usually shrug. I simply cannot conceive of doing anything else.
Public health and patient protection should come before company profit. And this week the FDA has taken a welcome stand to protect public health by insisting that what is clearly a medical service be regulated as such.
Rina Castelnuovo's photograph of a faceless 28-year-old Tel Aviv woman, which accompanied the New York Times front page story "In Israel, A Push to Te...
Breast cancer took my mother, and it likely took away my ability to ever become a mother. Before you might think, "You can just adopt," just don't.
BRCA is a difficult gift. Having a hysterectomy and double mastectomy was no picnic, but I've learned so much, gained new insights and made so many friends I never would have met otherwise. It's led me down paths I never expected, but in spite of it all, I love my life and I'm glad I was born.
Health solutions often exist in the Global South, but the information doesn't get through to marginalized communities because it isn't transmitted in effective or culture-appropriate ways.
All of us have cancer narratives that shape our lives, and we have little choice about how those narratives begin. But we do have a choice about how we respond. We can control our own information, and we can make it public and accessible to everyone who is working towards a better future for us and our children.
Cancer isn't the life adventure I would have chosen from a list of possibilities -- who would? -- but it is the one I got this time. And as it turns out, cancer had a lot to teach me.
I call on you to put public health before chemical industry profits and commit to passing the strongest Toxic Substances Control Act reform bill that will protect all of us from hazardous chemicals in our daily lives.
October is both Domestic Violence Awareness Month and Breast Cancer Awareness Month; yet you would never know this as the NFL only promotes Breast Cancer Awareness Month with pink gloves, pink shoes, pink goalposts, pink towels, pink jerseys and even pink "eye-black."
There was also one thing missing between my mom and me after her diagnoses. We never talked about cancer after that first lunch. We would walk in races, embrace the pink logos and do everything that you are supposed to do, except talk about how it impacted us at the time.
One of the most significant aspects of a therapeutic alliance between a physician and a cancer patient is the creation of a relationship that helps the patient to build and strengthen mental and physical fortitude.
How sad to live in a lie at the end of one's life. How sad to risk regrets, not realizing the blessings that come with the alternative -- a depth of intimacy that we may never have experienced before and that will never be available again.
In what seems like a previous lifetime, I was a congressional lobbyist in Washington. I might as well draw on that knowledge for something, right?