
As unlucky as I was to be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I'm extremely thankful to still be here today.

As unlucky as I was to be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I'm extremely thankful to still be here today.

A book I read made me realize the importance of positive thinking — even when going through cancer.

While undergoing cancer treatments, I wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like while interacting with the world outside of the hospital, but I found a few things that helped.

Sometimes the steps I take leaving the hospital make me feel like I’m flying if I received good news, but other times, I’m walking quickly to my car before I begin to cry.

In 2023, my goal is to continue building my role as a patient advocate and to support other cancer survivors in the fight through the various organizations I am involved with.

When I was undergoing cancer treatment, writing was a creative outlet that helped calm my nerves.

Cancer often brings with it bad news, including expensive bills, but one day, a surprise came – one I’ll never forget.

Cancer brought me a forced transformation and gave me better a perspective on life.

When my wife was going through breast cancer treatment, I started drawing with my non-dominant hand as a means of distraction and self-care.

I was optimistic about my lymphoma diagnosis and new treatment plan when a lump was found after I underwent a mammogram.

After meeting a woman who was forced to wait five months between finding a lump and being diagnosed with breast cancer, I wondered if that time affected the stage of her disease.

I have only one more chemotherapy treatment left, but instead of being excited, I’m afraid that this final brutal treatment may be the end of me.

I’ve always struggled to ask people for help, but after being diagnosed with cancer, I’ve realized that this is a skill I’d need to work on.

I’m working through one of the toughest times of my life. Perserverance is one of the many things that cancer has taught me.

After I was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer, clinicians told me I wouldn’t make it to my 35th birthday, but I recently did — and look forward to celebrating many more.

On a recent car ride with my son, I asked him if he planned on being tested for Lynch syndrome, the cancer-related syndrome that I have.

I don’t think of nature as a distraction to my cancer, masking the symptoms or the reality of my disease, but rather as a therapy that offers comfort and serenity with no negative side effects.

Muscle aches related to cancer treatment were having a major impact on my life.

When I started cancer treatment, I had been cast in some sci-fi flick without prior consent.

The new year brings reflection on living fully with cancer.

I recently reflected on the most difficult decision I faced during my experience with cancer.

Reflecting on World Cancer Day got me thinking about butterflies, a symbol of hope, but, according to the “Butterfly Effect” theory, a small flap of their wings could have major impacts on the world, which is not very different from cancer.

Many men — my former self included — can be stubborn when it comes to cancer screenings or visiting the doctor. Thankfully I’ve changed my ways, which saved my life.

I’m coming up on my 10-year cancer anniversary, and it feels bittersweet.

After being diagnosed with cancer, I’m nervous to plan for my future, and can’t say I’m in remission without knocking on wood.

After being diagnosed with leukemia, my Golden Retriever, Payton, was my emotional caregiver and gave me the will to live.

I always viewed my doctors as being unapproachable on a personal level. I thought they were there to examine and diagnose me, imparting wisdom I could never hope to attain, but one day I realized I was very wrong.

Losing my breasts was hard, but losing one of my best friends was even harder, and something I’ve had to come to terms with.

Here are four ways I found purpose in my life after being diagnosed with cancer.

When my wife was going through cancer treatments, she sometimes would color my artwork as a distraction. Here’s an activity I made for other survivors, now that it’s the year of the rabbit.