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.
It's been 365 days since Jolie's announcement. You may have read her op-ed. You likely heard about it on the news or read about it online. Use the anniversary of the "Angelina Effect" to truly affect change for someone incredibly important: you. You owe it to yourself and those you love to invest in your own bright future.
Imagine my deep concern that the journal failed to include the substantial body of scientific evidence linking toxic chemicals and radiation to breast cancer. How could this happen? I was not alone in my wondering, and it became very clear to me that I had to set the record straight.
In providers' hurriedness, the small kindnesses are falling away: a smile, a handshake, a few warm words, making connection. As care drops out of health care we are paying for it; we are sowing greater dis-ease.
I don't know if you were one of the drivers who honked and cheered us on as we power walked down the FDR in our glorious decorated bras last summer, o...
Don't worry, I can hear what you're thinking, "How is this related to your cancer, Alexandra?" Well, let me tell you, my cancer has literally been shit. Some of the grossest, funniest moments since my diagnosis have involved just that -- poo and toilets.
It was strange to think back on being that young sales girl, who never considered she might one day be a customer of the store's special service, but the relief it might still be in place was beyond comforting.
My transformation felt like staring into a fun house mirror. With the stereotactic and surgical biopsies, my body was becoming more and more freakish and unfamiliar. Being deconstructed bit by bit, I feared reconstruction meant more damage, not less.
On the days where my spirits and energy are at their lowest, I don't even want to be what I was born to be, a mom. Like today.
It is unfortunate and ironic that the unique symbol of femininity, a woman's breasts, can become her death trap! However, the research is there to prove that the disease can be beaten if it is discovered in its early stages. To this end, we must think pink all year around!
Rachel Carson died half a century ago from breast cancer, but her words about nature and humanity still ring true today.