Exercise and Breast Cancer: One Woman’s Story

“I’ve always exercised, but I increased the amount and type of exercise after being diagnosed in May five years ago,” answered Margo Kornfeld, SHARE member and fitness enthusiast, when I asked her to tell me about her exercise regimen during treatment. She went on to explain that she’s a recreational cyclist and found it to be very therapeutic – plus wearing a helmet covered up her baldness!

Finding an LGBT Friendly Doctor

In my previous posts, I discussed my own experiences as a lesbian with breast cancer, and the differences in cancer risk and screening recommendations for the LGBT population (including ovarian cancer). So, now that you know all of that, and if you’re a member of the LGBT community or have friends or family who are, how do you go about finding a culturally competent doctor so you can get that screening or treatment and be treated with dignity and respect while doing so?

Cancer Risk in the LGBT Community

Not long ago, I sat in on a SHARE Helpline training session that focused on supporting LGBT callers. When the trainer said that lesbians have higher cancer rates than our straight peers, incredulity swept the room. I understood their surprise: cancer is a disease, not a prejudice. It can strike anyone. Why should the LGBT community be more at risk?

Why I Got Cancer — Or Not

Like every other woman who’s been diagnosed with breast cancer, I’ve tried to figure out why I got it. And after years of self-scrutiny and some regret, I thought I knew the answers:

SHARE Advocates Go to Washington

More than 40 SHARE women and men went to Washington for NBCC’s Annual Advocacy Training Conference. Theme was “The Breast Cancer Deadline 2020: Changing the Conversation.” Many thanks to Toyoko Endo for taking the photos.

On “Supernanny”: A Mom Dies of Breast Cancer

The TV show Supernanny is my secret addiction. I love seeing Supernanny Jo Frost sweep in and fix dysfunctional families in an hour. But last week’s show about Gary Evans and his three little boys trying to cope after the death of wife and mom Jennifer left me in tears, seeing six-year-old Michael hiding under his bed crying “to me, this is the end of the world.”

My Cancer Flashbacks: What Are Yours?

We’ve all had similar experiences: One of our senses sets off a memory surge that whooshes us into the past like a time machine — a song that makes us feel again the flush of first love, a fragrance that whisks us back to childhood.

My Bosom: A Work in Progress

When I had my bilateral mastectomy, I was sent home from the hospital with a couple of beige nylon sacs stuffed with cotton fluff. These were my new breasts. They looked like potatoes.

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