I’m Deb, a 5 year 4 month breast cancer survivor. I first found my lump in 2001 while performing a SBE.
Having a history of cystic breasts, whenever I found anything, it did not concern me. However, this particular day, my husband was channel surfing and stopped on channel nine news and Andrea Roane was [...]

A most recently discovered kind of breast cancer has been known to strike most often in African American and younger women.
The abbreviation TNBC means that the offending tumor is estrogen receptor-negative, progesterone receptor-negative and HER2-negative, thus giving rise to the name “triple negative breast cancer.
This type of breast cancer is aggressive and can be of [...]

The HOPE of being a SURVIVOR wasn’t an option given to me when I found out I had Stage IV Breast Cancer! I was told Lauren, you have Terminal Cancer. The average life span is 1-5 years with stage IV Breast Cancer. I was mis-diagnosed when I first found my lump.
By the time I finally [...]

I recently decided to surgically remove my breasts in an effort to evade the dreaded cancer that runs in [...]

October is breast cancer awareness month and Dr. Dara Richardson-Heron of The Susan G. Komen Foundation offers guidelines for breast cancer prevention and treatment.
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Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign Fundraiser
UNLV University of Nevada Las Vegas, October 17th at 5:00 pm.
Please come out and help the Fight Pink™ family support our UNLV Soccer teams as the ladies take on Wyoming and the men take on New Mexico!
Show your support for Breast Cancer Awareness by wearing pink!
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Amanda’s 1st Fight Against Cancer

September 27, 2008 was the night that 20 year old Amanda Martello, daughter of cancer survivor, Stacy Martello made her first debut as a Muay Thai boxer.

The night was billed as the TUFF GRLZ FIGHT NIGHT and [...]

Two years ago, I told my two little boys—then four and 18 months—that I had cancer. I told them cancer meant I had a boo-boo in my boobie. I told them doctors would take it out, I would take medicine, my hair would fall out, and I would get better[..]