After 2 and ½ months abroad, I really believe that my body and I are in this together. And that I can live my life to the fullest, in my skin, even as I am now.

We rarely get to focus on one thing — not in life, not in survivorship. A reflection on bubbles, the sharp objects that pop them, and not letting your own self-care be the first thing you cut.

Nine years cancer-free, and of everything my diagnosis left behind, the risk of lymphedema is still the one that sticks with me most. Here's what living free alongside it actually looks like from a hotel room an ocean away from home — and why I believe your version of that freedom is just as attainable as mine, with the right context and education.

I feel braver than ever after deciding to bear my scars — literally — inside of As You Are Now: A Breast Cancer Self-Care Program for Real Life. This week’s email is all about realizing that brave is not a platitude in cancer land when you see it for what it really means.

After an accidental all-nighter in Paris, I found myself thinking about recovery — and how unfair it is that we expect our bodies to bounce back quickly from anything, including breast cancer treatment. Healing isn't linear. Here's what I mean by that.

I've been in Italy for four weeks now, and I spent the first one more conscious of my body — my weight specifically — than I have in a long time. It had nothing to do with cancer.