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.
Yesterday was a bit of a roller coaster. I started the day in a very dark place, crying for much of the morning and feeling terrified about my mortali...
If you're not a doctor, please don't offer me medical advice. If you don't have cancer, don't tell me how I should be living my life. And actually, as a general rule, if you're not ME, don't tell me how I should be living MY life.
This St. Patrick's Day, to the Irish women in my life, I'd like to say you are flat-out fantastic. Enjoy your day.
Myriad's lawsuits can proceed but for now, patients can continue to have a choice when they seek BRCA genetic testing. They can obtain a second opinion before making life-changing medical decisions. And they can decide which laboratory will have their data.
Too many women who are faithful with their yearly mammographic screening have been denied equal access to an early diagnosis, which convey less treatment options and worse survival outcomes.
Friends exert a "social contagion effect" and I think LGBT people need that effect to counter the negative impact of stigma and discrimination on our health. If friendship has the clout to heal us, there is huge power in our community.
I was out on a local trail five days after my surgery, and two weeks after, I climbed 10,069-foot Mt. Baldy. I climbed it again two weeks after my oophorectomy, because that's what I do on Sundays. It was also my way of flipping the bird to breast cancer.
Micki Myers is a poet, blogger, teacher and mom, born in London but currently living and teaching in Pittsburgh. "Having survived a particularly vicious bout of breast cancer," she writes, "I emerged with new fake boobs and a determination to find it all amusing." Why?
I woke up today without my beautiful breasts. Swapped them out for no cancer -- a pretty good deal for me.
I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror, about to look at the surgery site for the first time. I take off the surgical bra and see two large, rectangular bandages. I pinch their corners and breathe in, then out. I pull them off.
A new study of mammography, showing lack of survival benefit, has once again muddied these waters and muddled the relevant messaging.
My plea to parents, and this goes to anyone really, don't disappear from the pictures. Who cares if you think your hair is frizzy or you have a "weird" smile or whatever hangup or lie that we tell ourselves, and don't want to be in the pictures? When you have children, forget all that and just get into that picture.
As grateful as I am for my year with cancer, I'm even more grateful this chapter has come to a close.
"You're so strong," people tell me. "I hope to be as brave as you," they say. I don't know if either of those things is true. I think most cancer patients -- most people facing any crisis, really -- would say the same thing, that is: you do what you have to in order to get through it.