Two years ago I found out I had an aggressive form of breast cancer. After going through such a sudden, unexpected, terrifying experience, I've begun to question everything. I've developed serious paranoia about the world around me and all of the chemicals we live with.
I see surprise as trumping superstition, though one can't plan it. Passover is coming, on its own. As vulnerable as I'm feeling, physically and emotionally, I feel a sense of something less enslaving.
Breast cancer claimed and lost an activist on March 16th, but God Himself knows she was so much more than that. A loving family surrounded by scores of close friends lost a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter and cherished friend.
So, during my gazillion plus one time watching Frozen this week, it finally hit me. Elsa and Anna have not only captured the hearts of millions, these miraculous little girls portray the very core of what has taken me 38 years and a battle with breast cancer to discover.
You ride the silent subway from Spanish Harlem to the Bronx at 4 a.m. fists pound on the empty seat beside you face-hardened like a solider in combat lips locked tight
Unfortunately the article, at a glance, may add to the growing perception among journalists, primary care physicians who may not read below the paper's title, and others -- including many ordinary women -- that mammography's effectiveness has been, again, disproved.
When a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, the first thought is, "Am I going to die?" When a woman finds out she's pregnant, she doesn't think, "Am I going to die?" It is the furthest thing from her mind.
Two days after we adopted Boomer, or she adopted us, my hair fell out. I stared at my reflection (and a crazy-looking woman looked back) for a couple of moments, and then I said aloud, "F*ck it. Go downstairs and cuddle your puppy."
Today I have realized that I am surrounded by angels. They have appeared over the past year in many different guises, but nevertheless I feel that the...
Cleaning up your living room is not as important as cleaning up your brain, and sleeping helps you do it.
This conclusion demands a radical re-thinking of the tenets of the breast cancer awareness movement. Mammograms don't solve the fact that around 30 percent of women who are diagnosed with breast cancer will develop metastatic disease, often after the mythical five year mark, and die from breast cancer.
If you're estranged, bury the hatchet. It's a chance to clean your lenses. She's the mother of your kids and if anything happens to her, your children will be devastated. Do it for them.
When I do meet new people here, and this is a direct consequence of cancer: I never know when or how it's appropriate to share my health history with others. I feel awkward and insecure, which is not typical for me.
As our scientific and medical communities forge ahead in developing new technologies and tests that may help us better understand our individual risk of disease, we should also insist that all genetic testing companies uphold the highest, patient-centered scientific and ethical standards.
Looking for and finding Silver Linings was essential to my well-being during treatment. They buoyed me and kept my spirits hopeful from the time of my diagnosis throughout my double mastectomy, chemotherapy, radiation and recovery. Silver Linings gave me the balance and perspective to get me through the darkest of days.
Chemicals in your household products may be negatively affecting your hormones, says a recent study by the World Health Organization. The exposure happens on a daily basis from being in contact with items like soap, shampoo, cleaners, drinking water, food and plastic containers.