There is a great deal of truth to the saying, "Be the change you want to see in the world." No one has any control over what may happen to us, but we can control what we choose to do next.
I am here to tell you that it changes everything. It is not a fun "change of life" experience. It is called a hot flash because it is hell. A burning inferno of Hell on earth.
Lighting the White House gold would not cure any children or provide additional research funding. But that is not the point.
Can nothing be done? Are women being sent home disfigured unnecessarily? Are we as women and physicians uninformed of available procedures? Do the majority of plastic surgeons choose not to make breast reconstruction a part of their practice?
Four weeks after my mom passed away, my dad, brother and I purchased one-way tickets to Bangkok, Thailand, via Maui, Hawaii, with the intention of relaxing, reflecting, working through our pain as a team, and returning home with a renewed sense of excitement about life.
Last fall I actually took a vacation -- my first real vacation in eight years, I'm embarrassed to admit. Everyone was doing their jobs and doing them very well, but without the president around, the absolutely critical, fully integrated progress toward a long-term, sustainable vision for the future doesn't necessarily happen.
After my surgeries it was almost unbearable for him to see my scars. Not because of how they make me look -- that doesn't matter. But because to him they were visible proof that he'd failed, as a man, to protect his woman from harm.
As teams across the league tip-off for the WNBA's Breast Health Awareness Week, they are playing for more than a game to win; they are playing to save three women each quarter from hearing the words "you've got breast cancer."
These are pretty pedestrian pastimes for a woman who had the globe at her feet. Hers was a glamorous childhood. Her father was excessively successful, and the family lived abroad, first in Holland then Italy.
The way we as women now live with and die from cancer is morphing, but I for one am glad to see the discourse on the subject spreading out -- widening like fresh water invading salt.
Perhaps with increased awareness, support and research, there will come a day when no child can escape the protracted annoyance of motherly advice. I hope so.
If a doctor were to tell you that you had cancer, how would you feel in that moment? It is hard to have positive expectancy when your mind automatically sees a label or diagnosis as bad.
What would you do to prevent someone you love from getting breast cancer? To keep your sister, mother, daughter or son safe from this devastating disease that has touched millions of people?
The president's plan for addressing climate change requires us to kick a toxic can of health harms down the road. In so doing, we betray our obligation to protect the health and well-being of current and future generations.
It never occurred to me that my mother could be torn between the family she was raising and the family that raised her.
I paid as much mind to my hair and face as I had to the wounds I had been dressing, performing rituals of grooming I had nearly forgotten. My heart swelled, and after a year of cellular and spiritual purging, I suddenly felt full.