A Letter to My 1-Year-Old Son On My Cancerversary

This is hard to talk about with you. Not because it’s a secret or it’s shameful, but because I don’t really know what to say. Someday, though, I know you’ll ask, and when you do, I want to be ready to explain it all to you the best I can.

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Breast Cancer: A Year In Review

It’s the emotional side that has been hard lately. I’ve been confused about my place in the world of survivors. I’m not even sure I want to call myself that. Do I need or want a support group? Should I continue researching? Over the course of three weeks in November, I felt more depressed than at any other point with the frightening realization that breast cancer would probably be back.

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Chemotherapy: Feeling Lucky in the Wide World of the Unlucky

So I began crying again. Daily. And a horrifying feeling of complete helplessness took over my days. No one could force me to undergo chemotherapy or to put some pill meant for post-menopausal women into my body, but the truth was that if I rejected the oncologist’s recommendations, it would be my fault if/when cancer showed up in my right breast.

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