When I thought I was going to die, grief blinded me. Not really for myself. I’ve had a pretty good run. My stroll into adulthood was...

I don’t look like a Bad Ass. I look more like a librarian. English teacher. PTO mom. It’s not on purpose; I just have that look. But I’m...

Cancer brings a cycle of unwanted questions. What if it spreads? What if it comes back? What if I die? Last week, I had a little medical...

The rule is clear: you're not supposed to say it. My boss didn’t follow that rule. She’d walk down the hall fanning herself, her sweater...

For today's breast cancer post, I'm sharing a link to a piece I wrote for the Washington Post which came out today....

“It was my year off from the world,” a nurse told me when I was in the Emergency Room with side effects from chemo. He’d had cancer too,...

Excuse me, but can I say nipple? It’s a word we don’t say much, especially in mixed company, but, well, it’s kind of important. In all...

If you’re starting chemotherapy, you might be freaking out. Remember, lots of people have braved this path and many more will follow. My...

I stared at the screen, numb, while my husband tried to explain again the surreal website he found. “You put these ice caps on your head...

I was planning a trip to Puerto Vallarta, living a promise I made on a hospital bed during breast cancer treatment — a promise to say...