Catherine Gigante-Brown

You realize pretty soon that everything other than cancer — i.e. missing a train, being late to your dentist appointment — is no biggie compared to the suck factor of chemo.

I left Cuba in 1949, when I was 11 years old. Back then, I didn't understand why my mother sent me away. I still don't.

TCM (traditional Chinese medicine) has been around for at least five centuries –– there’s got to be something to it.

I go for checkups when I’m supposed to: every three months to the oncologist and every six months to the breast surgeon. I go to SHARE support group meetings to bolster myself. I try to get enough sleep, despite the occasional night spent wide-eyed with dread.

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

Re-imagining the cervix, preserving the earth, facing breast cancer a whole new way…Annie Sprinkle’s wisdom abounds. “Life is a performance art piece,” she said...

"Bring over a meal—and leave. Breakfast, lunch or dinner, from soup to nuts. And coffee. Plenty of coffee."

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.