The loss of my breasts made one thing clear. I had wasted so much time hating my perfectly good functioning body. By Jenny Leon
breast cancer
During my treatment, and in the months after, my daughters watched me closely. By Jessica Wahlstrom
After my diagnosis, there was no question in anyone’s mind that my daughter was going to be bottle-fed. By Jenny Leon
My daughter was born four weeks after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. By Jenny Leon
The last time I stood here I tried on eight dresses. I was fighting the side effects from chemo. I had no hair. By Krista Genevieve Farris
After we gave it all to Goodwill, I lived in fear every day that I would see somebody else wearing my mom’s clothes. By Kandace Chapple
My confidence in myself as a parent, a wife, and a woman were badly shaken. I was a mess. By Diane Pomerantz
I wanted to laugh and not think about my mortality. I wanted to attend functions at my son’s school without a perfectly tied head scarf. By Kai McGee
