Her cancer was infiltrating duct cell carcinoma, and she had a radical breast resection including lymph nodes, chemotherapy and radiation. She did everything she could to beat cancer and now, at 80 years old, is sharing her tips.
Being comfortable and familiar with your body and conducting self-examinations to look for signs of anything out of the ordinary is an important part of self-health. We listen to our stomachs when they growl and we feed ourselves. Are we taking a hard look at our bodies and taking the touch test?
Doctors are taught to save people. Period. As patients, we need to be realistic about what we actually need saving from. Does months of sickness in hopes of a miracle outweigh a peaceful, beautiful time spent with family and friends and love?
People wonder why I'm a radical advocate for helping people with cancer (or major illness) at work. I often write about corporate responsibility, but I don't often write about what prompted me to do so. You might wonder -- what is it with this woman that she keeps talking about this?
I hate summer. Heat and humidity make me feel physically ill and I'd far rather shovel my way through a snow bank than feel as though I'm being roasted from the inside out. I loathe the sun. It's just so bright. And hot.
For many women in their teens and 20s, seeking the perfect 10 of a tan used to be a full-time job on hot summer days. However, those of us going through menopause need only glance at the age spots on our hands to wish we had a 'do over!'
My 5-year-old has what we like to call "sensitive skin." It's lily-white, soft, and so translucent, it nearly glows. She has a scar on her forehead that needs extra care. And after 15 minutes of recess without sunscreen, she's as red as lobster.
My family had given me so much, and I didn't want to leave them without giving them something in return. But the only thing of real value I could give away were the emotions I felt for the people who would read my letter after I was gone. I would leave them with a message of undying love.
As a young adult cancer survivor, I will never stop worrying about dying before I've lived long enough to leave my mark, to positively affect the world, and do whatever other things my mother would no doubt disapprove of.
When will Americans, we of middle age, especially, move on? In the absence of new witnesses or of other fresh and vital information, might it make sense to stop our chattering and to open files on the other parts of our lives?
I used to believe that there was a formula -- ...step on a crack, break your mother's back.
I thought that if even against my better judgement or despite my best efforts, if I indeed stepped on a crack, that I could avoid the next seven cracks and take it back.