Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

Upset you lost your keys? Try losing your breast. Pissed off about missing that train? Try missing your son’s 8th grade graduation because of a horrific infection from fluid buildup in the previously-mentioned missing breast. See what I mean? It kind of puts life into perspective.

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.

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

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

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.

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

I was 21 –– a Catholic, heterosexual college student, living at home in Brooklyn and still trying to discover who I was. At the crossroads of her life, Lorde knew exactly who she was. She was waging a war against cancer and sharing an old house in Staten Island with her kids and partner. But maybe we weren’t so different after all.