I call my parents twice a day when I’m away.
If you’ve ever had a brush with cancer, you’re always thinking a pain might be something serious.
When a person has cancer, the whole family really suffers with her.
Each and every one of us who is still lucky enough to have our parents has a duty to them. We do owe them.
My cancer allowed me to explore who I really was. Now I feel like a woman who’s able to handle whatever life has dealt her.
I want all my pain to count for something.
There can be life after breast cancer. The prerequisite is early detection.
I wish everybody finds the serenity that good, strong faith brings.