Help is so important when you’re going through cancer, in every area of your life. Help with the kids, with the dog, with cooking, with work. Help with dressing, with clearing drains, with showering, with getting home from chemo. Continue…

In March 2014, we marked the three year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. When I was diagnosed, TRUST was all about the doctors. Continue…

In the weeks and months following breast cancer treatment, every day felt like a gift. I was very conscious of Continue…

My breast cancer experience is three years behind me, and I very much feel cancer receding into the background. It used to be on the top of mind all of the time—every kink Continue…

When I was going through treatment, people would tell “you are so strong and brave!” Although I was complimented by their comment, at the same time I thought, Continue…

In some senses, I think that hope is all we’ve got. The doctors have done everything they possibly can to combat my cancer, and now all we can do is hope. Hope that Continue…

Communities come in all shapes & sizes. Community for our little family is made up of family, neighbors, colleagues, and school friends. While I was sick,

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I grew up in central Illinois with cousins & aunts & uncles & siblings & grandparents at every turn. I learned early that family is

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To me, healthy is about both body & mind. A cancer free body is a starting point, and it is quickly followed by a mind…

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I have always struggled with the word survivor. At what point did I become a cancer survivor? Was it the day that I met with my MGH team to come up with a plan, was it the day that chemo ended, the last radiation treatment, the breast reconstruction?

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Before that cold March day two years ago when I was diagnosed with cancer, the word care was easy to define. I was a young mom with two kids and a great husband, a full time job, friends, family—and very full days. Care meant getting dinner on the table, spending as much time with the kids as possible, and resting when I could. After my diagnosis, the definition took on many different meanings, it became layered in a ways that I could not have imagined.

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