Young adult cancer is not something people dream of when they picture themselves in a romance. Illness, in general, is not socially considered a good stepping stone to finding a bright future relationship. For this couple, and for myself, though, that's exactly where love kicked in.
They say the key to raising a strong, resilient child is to share your experiences with them -- good, bad, and ugly -- and by doing so, show them how you can make it through. I'm glad I shared this with my daughter and didn't try to hide it.
Unanswered questions feel a lot like claustrophobia. So do MRIs. And news about clustering of nuclei, of spindle cells.
Among his many achievements, Dr. Sender developed the joint Adolescent and Young Adult Cancer Program at CHOC Children's and UC Irvine Health and is currently the chairman of the United States' largest AYA patient advocacy group: Stupid Cancer. I had the opportunity to sit down with Dr. Sender to discuss his views on the AYA movement.
When you're first diagnosed with cancer, the hospital is the last place you ever wanted to be. Then when treatment stops, you miss going. It's not that you miss the treatments or the crappy way they make you feel. You miss the safety net of being able to check in with your doctor and the nurses on a regular basis.
Most women have a love/hate relationship with their breasts. And then there's the cruelest joke of all. "The girls," those beautiful bumps we could hardly wait to grow, try to kill us. We hear the four words that change us forever: you have breast cancer.
Let me introduce you to the idiot that was me 11 years ago. I actually said, "Man, that's nothing compared to what I have coming to me." I still cringe when I think of those words today, because when you are going through cancer, the last thing that will ever help you is comparing your situation to others.
In what seems like a previous lifetime, I was a congressional lobbyist in Washington. I might as well draw on that knowledge for something, right?
Though it can be frustrating to repeat yourself to friends and family, the most extreme negative reactions are generally saved for the people who have suddenly come out of the woodwork.
How the hell is a "Save the Tatas" mug supposed to save a life? In truth, it should say, "Save your money, go home, get naked, and check yourself not just for lumps, but for ALL the signs and symptoms that could possibly indicate breast cancer."