Are you kidding me? How on earth could a day where girls and women are encouraged to post and share photos of their braless breasts and to walk around with their nipples poking through their shirts be "supportive" for women who are living with or who have died from breast cancer?
Better screening tools are detecting more cancers. Women's lives have been saved. These same tools are identifying more cancers that won't result in any harm.
The story about soy is the story about the evolution of knowledge about diet and cancer in general, as they say, and here is the rest of the story.
It's mean-spirited to blame Romijn (or Christina Applegate or Melissa Etheridge) for choosing breast cancer as their cause. But as the parent of a child who lost her life to a pediatric brain tumor, I wish just one of these celebs would lend their wow factor to childhood cancer.
It's amazing to think that 2013 is already the 10th anniversary of the year researchers produced the first complete human genome sequence. What has me excited is that I cannot help but think we have only just scratched the surface.
Life has a terrible way of twisting toward tragedy, and dreams have a funny way of coming true. Few know this better than Gillian Larson. Her methodology? "Dream it. Believe it. Prepare for it. Do it."
As many of you know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and what better way to begin the month than by discussing breast health? First and foremost, let this serve as a reminder to perform regular self breast exams and to bring any questionable areas to the attention of your physician.
I have always tried to tell my children about bad things...when they ask about them. For instance, they both know that I had cancer and beat it, and they know that Deb had cancer... and didn't.
"Make your mess your message." I've often heard Robin Roberts say her Mom said. Her mom and my mom are two different people. So how am I Robin's white sister?
Wait, so we may be setting the stage for diseases like breast cancer before a baby is even born?
One of my dearest friends, Charlotte, is dying of cancer. Her doctors are not promising her any more birthdays, so I've decided to give her mine: September 29.
It happened five years ago, but I've never forgotten the dog. I think of her whenever I see toenails painted red. This morning as I was painting mine, alone in this empty nest, the memory made me laugh.
You would think that Deb may be a little off her rocker if she's celebrating Christmas in August. Or, you would think she is completely lazy for not taking down the tree eight months ago. But, no, Deb is neither crazy nor lazy. Deb... is dying.
Those of us who either opted to have mastectomies as a preventative measure, or had mastectomies as a life-saving measure, aren't excited about our "new boobs." In truth, we'll never be the same. We see ourselves differently now when we look in the mirror, because we are different, inside as well as outside.
When I was 10 years old my grandmother committed suicide in her room next to mine. It was Labor Day weekend and my parents were at work. I knocked on her door and there was no answer. With a child's intuition I sensed that something was wrong so I phoned my parents at work.
A false sense of security from a "normal" mammogram in a woman with dense breast tissue is just the kind of trouble we want to avoid. And while mammograms save lives, they have limitations- and the best screening programs account for them.