Catherine Gigante-Brown

I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

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

I go for checkups when I’m supposed to: every three months to the oncologist and every six months to the breast surgeon. I go to SHARE support group meetings to bolster myself. I try to get enough sleep, despite the occasional night spent wide-eyed with dread.

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.

"Remember, this isn’t just happening to you, it’s happening to moms everywhere. It’s not your fault — "

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

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