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After going through cancer, Mother’s Day feels a bit different.

Slowing down due to cancer and COVID-19 made me realize the parts of life I’ve been missing, though my new pace isn’t all bad.

The night before my mastectomy, I had a dream about my grandmother who died of breast cancer, which gave me hope throughout the frightening process.

I'm thankful that I spoke up about my bone pain related to cancer metastases.

My husband is "that guy" who always takes care of everyone else, so his recent cancer scare was unfathomable.

I’ve learned that knowledge is the key to fighting cancer. Here are three ways I learn more about my disease.

I was told that I have survivors' guilt after seeing a friend while she was actively dying from cancer, but I actually see that day as a gift.

After undergoing an oophorectomy, I experienced some debilitating symptoms, but acupuncture and other holistic practices helped.

Many thoughts went through my mind during cancer, and journaling allowed me to organize them and helped me to feel better.

Mixed in the boxes of appointments and cancer treatments are milestones that uplift my spirits and are unique to my healing journey.

Even though my children are grown up, I still worry about their health — especially when it comes to breast cancer.

People are functioning as if the threat of COVID-19 is gone, but that’s not the case for many people with cancer.

Even though I’ve had no evidence of cancer for the last five years, I still stay up to date about the latest developments for the disease.

At first I was skeptical about how meditation and breathing techniques could help me with fear of cancer recurrence. But once I started practicing, I noticed a difference in my anxiety.

A cancer diagnosis often means putting your life in the hands of people you hardly know.

I was surprised and saddened at how some of my friends were not there for me when I was undergoing cancer treatment. The oncology ward became a lonely place.

I use the word "previvor" a lot, so I wanted to take a minute to reflect on what that means.

The best part of the trip was that I didn’t think about cancer. My husband and I didn’t talk about it for a whole week, and no one knew I had it.

An ultrasound revealed a solid mass in my breast that would need further follow-up.

Cancer-related can be consuming, so my sister and I make sure to celebrate the little victories along the way.

Throughout my cancer experience — and my entire life — there were many people who came in and saved my life.

Is it always one or the other? Can good news in one person’s cancer experience do good for the community?

I’m 16 years out from my breast cancer diagnosis, but every now and then, panic still creeps up on me.

It’s essential that I maintain a sense of urgency, as well as long-term stamina, in my cancer survivorship.

As a cancer survivor, I feel that the song, "Here comes the sun" can inspire us all.

I recently experienced scanxiety after a skin check-up showed something suspicious.

After being diagnosed with mesothelioma and undergoing a long surgery, I wanted to do it all, but I just couldn’t. Family and friends stepped in to help.

After receiving clean cancer scans, I rewarded myself with a trip to the thrift shop.

I felt a kinship with the main character in the book, “A Man Called Ove,” though luckily, I had a purpose after my wife died of melanoma, and that helped to keep me going.

After leaving the hospital, I craved the security and support my cancer care team provided me.