Just two days ago, a former co-worker at a former company informed me that our former boss died from lung cancer.
She was 62.
I simply couldn't believe it. My former boss was so vibrant and alive. She was too young for cancer.
… Continue reading the story "Shock"
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Cancer is a Liar

In Memoriam
Early this week, the world lost two incredible women to breast cancer, Rachel Cheetham Moro and Susan Niebur. These women's presence was deeply felt on the blogosphere, but most importantly, we in the online community came to regard them as friends.
… Continue reading the story "In Memoriam"
Medical Bait and Switch
Just a few weeks ago, I used my medical group's walk-in service because of a nasty bout of bronchitis.
Little did I know the appointment would feel like a rollercoaster derailing, thanks to medical staff's unwillingness inability to communicate to their patients effectively.
As I was checking in, a receptionist said coldly and matter-of-factly, "Oh, and here's … Continue reading the story "Medical Bait and Switch"
Faun and Me
Well, it's officially Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and I've decided to kick off the month by not waiting until October 13 to discuss metastatic breast cancer.
Because metastatic breast cancer is what kills and therefore should be at the forefront of the discussions and research on breast cancer. And because mets should not be short-changed by having only one day of this … Continue reading the story "Faun and Me"
Breast Cancer and Loss of Control
I know this comes as a big shocker, but there is yet another organization interested in breast cancer awareness for the 40-and-under crowd. Founded in 2001, ironically, the same year I was diagnosed, this entity's goal is to "infuse sass and style into the cause" and say "Adios [to] fear-based campaigns."
I was younger when I was diagnosed, … Continue reading the story "Breast Cancer and Loss of Control"
Survivor’s Guilt
This is how the story goes:
I had a friend around my age. She died. I lived.
I lived because she died.
Faun and I became fast friends, well, fast. We met at a breast cancer survivor's group, and even though I was the newbie to a well-established group, she and I hit it off. Turns out she was … Continue reading the story "Survivor’s Guilt"