Cancer Hero Stories Told By Family and Friends

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Breast Cancer: My Life’s Inspiration and CompassAugust 11, 2014By Stacey C. My Mom was diagnosed in 1996 with breast cancer. Her whole life my...
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My Heroine: Breast Cancer and FriendshipAugust 15, 2014From left: Traci, Anastacia and Pam Olivia By Pam Olivia My heroine - Pamela Olivia No...
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Lessons Learned When Breast Cancer Invaded our LifeAugust 16, 2014By Ron Richards We were just 30 when we learned that Sara had a lump in...
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Breast Cancer: A Survivor's StorySeptember 3, 2014By Ellen S. Abramson "Before my heart attack I attended a benefit luncheon for cancer. It...
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Inspiration Comes In All SizesSeptember 19, 2014By Donna Sanders. I would not blame my dear friend Sally if she indulged in...
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Breast Cancer: A Legacy of Love and HopeOctober 14, 2014By Dixie Theriault Beth and Jan I am inspired by my two sisters, Beth Wilson and Jan...
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My Sister Lost Her Battle With Breast Cancer And AIDSNovember 20, 2014By Brenda Dube IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BELOVED SISTER LILIAN JEREMIAH NYAMPOSA WHO LOST HER...
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Metastatic Breast Cancer: And The Beat Goes On...November 12, 2017By Tom Scalera My wife, Dr. Rebecca Timlin-Scalera, is the definition of an American hero....
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Growing up as the youngest in my family I inherited the ways of resiliency really fast. With my parents both in house taking cares of my three other siblings and I, lessons were often as much as love knowledge and wisdom were passes around. Being a quote on quote “mamas boy” I looked to my mother and got alot of cues from here. One think I noticed about her was she loved hard she cared for others even more than herself above all she never gave up! Accompanied by my fathers strength knowledge and wisdom they set us children off on a path of selflessness care education and love. My mothers suffered from a rare kids cancer. My parents knew years ahead what they were draling with as my mother slowly but surely lost hair as she fought had many chemotherapy sessions and even had to get bones removed. I remember and still to this day play in my mind how my father told me to be thankful for even the smallest things in life, saying so he was referring to being able to have free flow(urinating). Something most people take for granted anf dont even think about. At the age of ten I watched my mothers life slowly fade away from here as I sat in and around the hospital bed as she was surrounded by family. I realized long ago that God blessed me to be able to witness true strength love family and many more things. My mother left behind so much split into pieces in all of the loved ones she knew. Although she did not survive in her body she survived through me. Being able to give encouragement and support is what I feel she has given me so I wanted to share with others a song in the link below. God Bless.