"That one last eyelash has been hanging on."
Anger at Donald Trump and what he represents, isn't new; at least it isn't new for me. But somehow his comments about the bodies of girls and women, have reached a new low, something that is personal and cutting.
Walk a day in my shoes. Feel my fear that I'm going to lose this fight. That I might never see my children grow up, go to school, win their first competition, really talk to them, dance at their weddings. Feel sad that my children might never really know me.
This broken, worry-filled, medication-laden life is my normal. And I just want to feel normal in a normal world. And you, my dear friend, some laughter and mundane conversation, and a deep cup of coffee can make that happen.
Scalp cooling caps could help breast cancer patients keep their hair.
We could see a whole new treatment in the future.
I looked up at my father from his bed. His face had an uneasy look to it but there were more important things to worry about. At 12 years old, all I cared about was catching Pokemon on my purple Nintendo GameBoy Advance. "Son, your mother has cancer."
Cancer rehab has given me my life back. I am no longer afraid to speak with others or give a speech to a room full of people. I still use many of the things I learned from speech therapy and they help me in some way almost every single day.
My cousin, Martha, is one of the toughest women I know. She is a three-time breast cancer survivor who has refused to think about statistics and just keeps going and going. I asked her if she had any advice for others who may have just started on their journey and this is what she said.
Fast and furious, the rain falls. Brianna Mercado, wearing a shirt the color of sunshine, is intently watching it through the living room window. There's not a tear in her eyes. In fact, there's a serene smile on her face.