Catherine Gigante-Brown

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

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.

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

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

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

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

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

In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.