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.

Wrinkles or lifelines? Chunky or curvaceous? The choice is yours.

At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!

I asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

My husband and I agreed: raising a child with an independent spirit who made decisions for himself was a good thing.

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...

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.