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After my cancer diagnosis, I planned to go it alone but found unconditional acceptance from the cancer community once I took the first step.

After joining a creative survivors’ group, I discovered that emotional expression, art and connection offered a profound kind of healing beyond treatment.

When treatment ended, people expected relief, but what I felt was loss, fear, and the weight of a life forever changed.

After my diagnosis, I found a healing balm in an unexpected place. I never knew art would become so vital to my healing.

Writing helped me focus on gratitude and healing after my colon cancer diagnosis, transforming the act into a powerful recovery tool.

After my cancer diagnosis, I built a strong medical team and support system that helped me heal; reaching out and accepting help made all the difference.

When my daughter was diagnosed with breast cancer, writing our truth helped me and others face the harsh realities and lasting impact of cancer survivorship.

Watching a true-life story about a woman’s battle with cancer has given me a new perspective on life.

Cancer changed my life and inspired me to guide other women in healing, self-love and rediscovering their strength through massage and coaching.

I never would have survived through 15 years of cancer without my two passions: faith and writing.

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I never dreamed I’d learn so many valuable life lessons along the way.

A dual cancer diagnosis rewired how I live, love, and show up in the world — with presence, purpose, and unapologetic passion.

Hiking helped to sustain me through cancer treatment, with its emphasis on fresh air, natural wonders, and the companionship of friends.

After ovary removal to prevent cancer, the sudden loss of estrogen reshaped my health and life, showing the need for better care and awareness for women like me.

I share my challenges and healing journey through colon cancer treatment, emphasizing mindset, self-healing and a newfound appreciation for life.

Living with Lynch syndrome, nature’s quiet resilience teaches me to accept change, find calm, and stay rooted through life’s unexpected twists and storms.

Keeping my part-time teaching job during breast cancer treatment gave me purpose, connection and strength — and it helped me rediscover my voice as a writer.

IV infiltration and extravasation remind this cancer patient of the constant challenges of speaking up and advocating for their own care.

After attending several cancer support groups, I reflect on what makes them helpful, inclusive and healing — and invite others to share their insights too.

Butterflies are believed to be a symbol of resurrection and hope. This is an inspiring story about this phenomenon.

When asked to choose a word other than “survivor” to describe myself, I chose “person” because cancer does not define who I am.

Cancer leaves deep emotional scars long after treatment ends, but for many survivors, honest, unfiltered writing can be a powerful path to healing.

A watercolor set gifted during my bone marrow transplant for acute myeloid leukemia became my outlet for wonder, creativity, and lasting joy in recovery and beyond.

Writing poems following my lymphoma diagnosis gave me hope and purpose as I endured chemo, helping me heal and share my experience with others.

Laura Yeager is a two-time breast cancer survivor. Catch up on all of Laura's blogs here!

I’m in remission from small lymphocytic lymphoma and off treatment, savoring this break while learning to live with the uncertainty that still lingers.

A subtle ad about breast cancer self-checks led me to reflect on my own experience and the complex role of pharmaceutical companies in awareness.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer, then lung cancer 17 years later — and both ultimately led me to make meaningful, positive changes in my life.

Five years after my lymphoma diagnosis, life looks normal on the outside; however, the fear of recurrence and the reality of cancer never fully fade.

I found a lump and was shocked to learn it was breast cancer, but over 22 years I’ve learned healing takes time, asking for help is strength, and hope grows.