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As a survivor of colorectal cancer, I expect my scan to say that I’m 99% cancer-free, but it’s the 1% that worries me.

When I told people I have follicular lymphoma, the first reaction I got is "At least you got a good cancer.”

Being a self-advocate also means self-care.

This past holiday season made me realize that I feel a strong sense of fulfillment as a cancer survivor and caregiver.

2023 brought some disappointing cancer news to me, but 2024, I have faith in you.

Today, on what would have been Jimmy's 65th birthday, I choose to celebrate his life rather than dwell on the pain of his loss from cancer.

Here are four things I found to be helpful as a survivor, including showing up for myself.

When I received the news of colon cancer, I gained a new perspective on self-love and living life.

After being diagnosed with lymphoma, I decided to supplement my cancer treatment with turkey tail mushrooms.

I hadn’t done aerobics in decades, but it was time to be off the cancer couch.

Wait for the other shoe to drop, or grab each day for all it’s worth?

After being diagnosed with a neuroendocrine cancer, I underwent seven phases of resiliency.

Soon after experiencing headaches and other symptoms, I spoke up to my oncologist — and I’m glad I did.

As a comfort care companion for Moffitt Cancer Center, I sat vigil next to a dying patient with cancer with no family.

Exploring holistic therapies can yield some interesting findings and benefits.

Buddha once said, “To keep the body in good health is a duty... otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”

The moment when I was told that my immune deficiency and rare cancer were linked.

I never thought I’d say it, but I miss my padded bras.

Lessons happen when you least expect it.

Managing a cancer support group isn't easy.

Cancer. Such an expansive topic.

Today I had lunch with a good friend only to learn his next-door neighbor lost her fight with lung cancer two days ago.

We all know that stress is bad.

About four years ago, I wrote a post called "All the Answers" where I discussed the weight of uncertainty after cancer.

When the IV was empty, the transplant nurse unhooked me and said “Mr. Katz, Happy Birthday."

Last night, my husband asked what I wanted for Christmas.

I had never donated to St. Jude’s Hospital before, even though I’d had cancer twice.

When I received my CURE magazine last week, I was fascinated to see a red sticker on the cover indicating it was the lung cancer special edition.

I spent a week during last Christmas in the oncology ward of a sprawling university hospital in the Midwest.

During the holiday season, the most important thing you can do for a patient with cancer is ‘hold space’ for them.