I find it inspiring to hear from people across the globe about their stories of family caregiving. Whether it has personally touched them or they know of others going through it, the stories are heartwarming and heartbreaking. Quite often the difficult things to hear are the effects of the caregiver’s life. Our team at Breathing
By Michelle Esser, Senior Program Manager, Research and Advocacy, Young Survival Coalition A new law recently passed by Congress and signed by President Trump has been making headlines over the past few months. This “Right to Try” law allows terminally ill patients to request an investigational drug that has completed Phase I trials directly from a
When my life gets on overload (raise your hands with me on how many of you find yourself in that position), my brain seems to disappear. I have a thought, and in a blink, something else comes up, and I race to find the idea I had because it disappeared so quickly. Blink. Gone. It
Eating seasonally is kind of my thing—you could say that it borders on obsession. You could also say that I’m a food and nutrition geek…you’d be right. Here are a few reasons why I’m a big proponent of eating seasonally:1) Seasonal produce is often grown locally and is therefore fresher because it hasn’t traveled nearly as far
Cancer treatments create a massive physical struggle and a daily fight for survival. Constant medical scrutiny leads to insecurity. Treatments take away strength, both physical and mental. Then one day, my last treatment is done and it hits me: What comes next? Is the cancer gone? How will I know? Isn’t there anything else that
When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I had already returned to knitting several years earlier after a break of many years. Knitting projects were great to bring along on business trips and I spent many hours knitting in hospital rooms as my father’s health declined. There was an exciting new social media platform
There’s not much that can rock one’s world like a cancer diagnosis; diagnosed with breast cancer a few months after the birth of my daughter, what was the most joyful time in my life suddenly became the scariest. Instead of worrying about what type of dye-free, biodegradable diapers I should purchase, I was consumed with
