Catherine Gigante-Brown

After I got over the initial devastation, I pulled myself up by my big-girl panties and got on with it. Chemo was no picnic—but it was do-able.

BCBs are loud and proud and refuse to go down easy. And quietly. We have things to say. We have things to teach. We still have life to live. And damn it, we are and we will. With one breast. With no breasts. With reconstruction surgery.

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

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.

TCM (traditional Chinese medicine) has been around for at least five centuries –– there’s got to be something to it.

I dreaded putting him back on Concerta in the fall but I knew I had to. Or did I?

I know it’s not a politically correct one, but I’ve got a confession to make: earth-friendly hotels stink. There, I said it.

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

The overinflated American work ethic is slowly killing us. It’s constantly pushing us to do more — put in longer hours, check business emails on personal time, take calls from our bosses when we’re chilling in Cancun.

"I was afraid this thing was going to do me in. But I took a deep breath and decided very early on that I would face cancer on my own terms."