“You are in charge your health. You can find the keys to unlock the destiny of your fate and make choices to save your own life. “
I found my birth mother after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My twin sister, Stephanie and I, were able to get her records after showing [...]

All About Me and How My Breast Cancer Nightmare Began

 
 
 
 
 
Hi, my name is Angi. I’m 34 and up until March I was a Breast Cancer Survivor. I was originally diagnosed with Stage IIa, Grade 3 IDC at 31.
I was the first in my family to have cancer. At that time I had a mastectomy, [...]

It has always been easy for me to fall asleep in my bed, snug, in the late evening. Unraveling the events of the day, and wondering about their obscure meanings. I often do this in bed at night, going through my day, eyes closed, always looking for a meaning, something or someone that [...]

The photographs from my wedding day in April 2003 show a joyful young couple, visibly excited to start a new life together. The promise of a happy home full of children shone in our eyes. The thrill of that day, of marrying my childhood love in a city filled with romance, will stay with me [...]

Have you ever asked yourself, “What if”? What if I had to face breast cancer?
What if I had to face my own mortality?
“What if?” is always on our minds. It’s what makes us human.
So the next question would be, “How do I deal? Can I cope? What about my family?”
I am here to tell you [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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[..]