
Cancer & Loss: It’s Not Just Hair
I didn’t cry a single tear when I decided to shave my head. Honestly, I felt empowered. It was a Monday morning. I had started losing...
This is breast cancer in your 30s. On most days, flirty is just an aspiration, and surviving means battling hot flashes by night and toddler tantrums by day.
But I am here. I am grateful. And I am surviving.