When Jordan heard her mother, Sarah, talk about the need for there to be more information available for children whose parents are living with cancer, she decided to write her own story.
We had passed our jump run. I took it as a sign from God, and so while making the turn around, I asked Him a question: "What am I so afraid of?"
Bald should be celebrated, not hidden away in embarrassment. If you are bald from the effects of your courageous fight through cancer, embrace it! It is your badge of honor. You are beautiful!
I'm out of the darkest part of the woods, sure. But society is making it particularly difficult to forget what happened to me. It's moving on beyond me and trying hard to lose me in its wake. I, like other young adult survivors, feel lost, alone, and confused.
The amazing thing about awareness weeks is that warm and fuzzy feeling grows inside us over the course of the week, the power of community pulsing through our veins, the battle cries ringing in our ears, "You are not alone!" It's a beautiful thing. But only if we keep it going.
I no longer believe in karma. I've seen too much. I don't like the expression "everything happens for a reason." Try telling that to someone who has lost a child or a spouse or a friend.
One of the biggest challenges we face in the field of young adult cancer is a lack of evidence. As a researcher in the young adult cancer arena, this makes me feel like I'm chasing my tail. So today I am grateful for National Young Adult Cancer Awareness Week.
As a young adult cancer patient, you are always the odd man out, whether you are being treated in a center that focuses on pediatric patients or adult patients. But when a group is united, research can be done, solutions can be found, and strides can be made.
For the first time in my adult life, I truly had a fairy tale existence. But like all classic fairy tales, there had to be a villain. The villain was a faceless rogue who seemed to take great delight in slowly extinguishing any thoughts of happiness I had.