On September 26, 2021, I shared my breast cancer diagnosis with friends I hadn’t told personally in a private Facebook post, writing “information has been uniformly good: pathology is favorable, I have no genetic markers, it is small, and all indications are it remains localized.” At the moment I hit post, I strongly believed I would require surgical intervention and cancer would be behind me in a matter of weeks. I had discovered my cancer on July 4 th  and contemplated not

A couple weeks ago, I enjoyed lunch with two remarkable women – who both happen to be breast cancer survivors. We each have different cancers. We each are at different places in our treatment. We have each had a different journey to reach the places at which we find ourselves. Every cancer is unique. Having breast cancer, or, in fact, the same subtype of breast cancer, does not mean people are going to have the same, or even a similar, experience – much like the person who or

Some fight cancer with research and advance knowledge. Some provide for those dealing with the stressors cancer creates in daily life. Others have access to large funding opportunities. Words are my most powerful tool. My particular talent lies in using words to bridge the gap between terrifying science speak and the everyday ramifications of those big, unwieldy words. It is, therefore, unsurprising that when my friend Nicky invited me to participate in a breast cancer awaren

I sat in yet another paper gown, undressed from the waist up, waiting for yet another doctor in the parade I had seen over the past 10...