At Tig Notaro's set last night, the audience witnessed a truly historical moment in comedy. For the first time in my life, I genuinely laughed and cried at the exact same time. When she took the mike, she said, "Thank you, thank you, I have cancer."
While we can assume that every member of Congress, the Administration and state and local governments wants to see an end to breast cancer, what are they willing to do to get there?
For my birthday seven years ago, I received a diagnosis of breast cancer. For a while after my cancer, I couldn't stand the sight of birthday cake. How could something so sweet leave such a bitter taste?
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An ending to the ugliest of divorce battles combined with a tragic cancer tale.
After her experience nothing will be the same, since she managed to make out of an intimate tragedy a public polemic and even a funny story.
I looked around the room at my friends, each straining to make circular motions with their less-than-flexible hips while trying to keep their heads still, and tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a giggle.
It's been 10 years since one of the most significant papers in women's health was published -- a study on the risks and benefits of estrogen plus progestin in healthy postmenopausal women.
So, what WOULD happen if Linda shucked off her jeans, clogs and spaghetti-strap tank top and put on a strapless Lily Pulitzer dress and a pair of strappy sandals and headed out on a date? My best guess? It wouldn't turn out well.
Something told me that until I found a way to talk to my kids about cancer, the disease might divide us.
Growing up, I was blessed to have an encouraging dad along with male teachers and bosses who took the time to invest in me.
My daughter is only turning 5 years old this year and the thought of not being there for her as she grows up into a young girl, teenager, young adult and a lady breaks my heart into pieces. Nothing scares me more.
A new drug called T-DM1 appears to be relatively effective and safe for women with metastatic, Her2+ breast cancer, in itself and as compared to the standard XL regimen.
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