Voices

Cancer is random. It is no one’s fault. It is not bad karma. God does not hate you. It is not anyone’s fate or lot in life. It is just what happened.

Since my initial diagnosis 10 years ago, no two mammaries have been through more tweaking, rearranging, alterations or fine tuning than the ones I was sporting.

Having a double mastectomy can be a one-time deal, that is, opting not to go forward with an implant and further reconstruction. And that’s fine.

Well, like Groundhog Day, I was again atop the OR table and again my surgeon performed the ritual I’m certain he can do both in his sleep, and while country-clubbing.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water...er…I mean, bra...it happened.

I have to say, everyone from my father to the gas station attendant had an opinion about the size of my future cupage.

Several season of Real Houeswives ago, I was on sabbatical after entertaining an inconvenient episode of breast cancer.

Several years ago, upon the eve of Breast Cancer Awareness Month…I was personally made aware.

Gentlemen, Please Judge Me on My Brain and Contribution and Not the Way I Pee Stepping into the male-dominated industry of engineering, Cherie Mathews secured her place in a room full of [...]

"Your scars have caused you to be creative, inventive and compassionate..."