That’s what you will find in Nancy Stordahl’s memoir Cancer Was Not a Gift & It Didn’t Make Me a Better Person: A Memoir About Cancer as I Know It. The book’s title is telling: Stordahl exposes the ugliness that breast cancer really is. In a culture of pinkwashing and stories about how breast cancer changed people for the better, it is refreshing to read this book’s account of breast cancer.
Stordahl knows first-hand about breast cancer, unfortunately. Her mother died of metastatic breast cancer, and not too long after her mother’s death, Stordahl herself was diagnosed with breast cancer. I don’t want to divulge too much about this important book, but Stordahl interweaves her breast cancer story with her mother’s breast cancer story exceedingly well. She also covers the complexity of how breast cancer has affected her family, as well as how horrific this disease really is.
The memoir’s narrative prose is so extraordinary, that I could not stop reading this book. The memoir is not the typical breast cancer feel-good-book; instead it is a poignant account of the tragedy that is breast cancer.
If you are a fan of her popular, excellent blog Nancy’s Point — as I am — you will appreciate the memoir’s same candor and heart as Stordahl’s blog. A well-known advocate for those with metastatic breast cancer, she has no qualms about sharing any topic on breast cancer.
Stordahl is a refreshing agent for change in breast cancer culture.
Similarly, her memoir is the antidote to the pink ribbon culture so pervasive in our society.
I highly recommend this memoir. It can be purchased here.
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