I am not my father. My cancer is not my father’s cancer. Two very simple statements, but the journey I undertook to be able to say them, and more importantly, to believe them, was perilous. What I didn’t understand when I was diagnosed with breast cancer five months ago is that I would not be [...]
I’ve noticed something strange lately. Everyone’s staring at my chest. It’s not that I’m particularly well endowed, or that I wear those super low v-neck Tshirts hawked by Abercrombie & Fitch. No. It’s because something is missing…and people know it. Three months ago, in early September I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I noticed a [...]