Eventually cancer becomes just another annoying thing that you deal with, you know, like cellulite.

I kind of blossomed backwards. I got cancer, fell in love and have a magical life. I never imagined it would happen that way, but you just go with the flow, right?

If I let a blue mood run rampant, before I know it I'm obsessing about the color of the satin lining in my coffin - will it match my dress? That's when I feel like Alice in Cancerland falling down the rabbit hole and just have to stop.

Life is a terminal condition. Were all going to die. Cancer patients just have more information, but we all, in some ways, wait for permission to live.

Above all, cancer is a spiritual practice that teaches me about faith and resilience.

While I may never be in remission from cancer, I am currently in remission from an unhealthy relationship to food.