Catherine Gigante-Brown

All bets were off after 9/11. In a twisted way, it proved to me that worry was fruitless. No one ever saw the terrorist attacks coming.

At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!

Having someone steal my cancer history and co-opt it for their first-person Facebook blog is unbelievably violating. Somehow, it feels almost as invasive as my mastectomy.

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The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

Once upon a time, it was easier to keep track of gender. Today, not so much — the lines are blurred. For many, gender’s not so much about questioning your own identity as it is about questioning the very nature of identity.

“It’s almost as though this niche was patiently waiting for us to find it.”

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.