My proposition is that recognizing pre-diabetes as "Stage 1" Type 2 diabetes will get millions more people to take action to stop their diabetes from progressing.
I posted on my Facebook page the words "Twenty Years," as this is my official 20th anniversary with my wife Robin. A significant portion of my online community mistook my 20 years to mean my cancerversary, which if you've read my previous stuff, you know I don't celebrate.
In the end, we all just want to feel whole again. I'm short a few body parts, embroidered with scars and more joyful than I ever expected to be. I can see a future with me in it. Writing and sharing limericks was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
Who is the real you? The happy, focused, vital woman who made the drastic choice to "mutilate herself" and then move on? Or the physically intact, "natural" woman who lives in dread of the next round of surveillance?
When I think about how lucky I am that my husband survived, it only reinforces my dedication to taking action against this disease. My wish for every man faced with a cancer diagnosis is to have the same success story.
It's a fascinating mind game to look down at your veins and not trust what's running through them. Just like all great plot lines involving our beloved mutated characters, there comes a point where each hero or heroine chooses to accept their differences and use their powers for good.
A 2012 report by The Pew Research Center finds that adults near and above age 50 have contributed to a national shift in ownership from more basic mobile phones to advanced smartphones within the overall adult population.
Whenever a report pops up questioning cell phone safety, a contrary report stands ready in the wings to cast doubt about its legitimacy.
Skin cancer is the most common form of cancer and often occurs in the face because that is the most sun exposed area of the human body - this is with the cancers that experts believe to be largely the result of cumulative UV exposure starting off during childhood.
I recall distinctly the moment we received the news that my father had been diagnosed with skin cancer; it's not the kind of thing you forget easily. The bump on his eyelid that worsened quickly was more than just a bump, it was something that had the potential to change our lives.
This weekend we had our first AliveAndKickathon New England. This was the first venture outside my comfort zone. As always, I'm thankful. Thankful for those who tolerate my world, encourage me, and participate in whatever capacity they are compelled.
My mother would have named me Kitt whether I was a boy or a girl, and often introduced us to people, saying, "I'm Eartha and she's Kitt," as if I completed her. And, in some ways, I guess I did.
I am not angry at my doctor. I feel compassion for her, because she was trained in the mechanical model, but I write this today for myself, as a reminder that it is okay to take my time and listen to my body, even if there are time pressures and the schedules of others to accommodate.
It's said that laughter is the best medicine and for Yael Cohen, CEO and Founder of Fuck Cancer, that is her prescribed strategy in jump-starting conversations around cancer.
1,735 days and counting. That's how long our son, a sensitive, loving and talented 15-year-old boy, has been in the grips of debilitating, life-altering and totally consuming, neurological pain.
Some weeks ago I gave birth to a child after being pregnant for more than four years. The birth was postponed several times, but finally it came; along with 12 brothers and sisters, and with more than 1,000 parents.