Cancer is a great wake-up call. A call to take the tag off the new lingerie and wear that black lacy slip.… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
When you have cancer, it's like you enter a new time zone: the Cancer Zone. Everything in the Tropic of Cancer revolves… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Before I started chemotherapy treatments, I wrote down the best advice from doctors, family, friends, books, and survivors and created an 'Owner's… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Cancer taught me to live only in the day I'm in. In the moment I'm in. Some moments, I simply ground myself… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
For years I heeded the warning: Do monthly breast self-exams. Like most women, I did them on a 'sort of' basis. Every… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Cancer is messy and scary. You throw everything at it, but don't forget to throw love at it. It turns out that… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Cancer taught me to stop saving things for a special occasion. Every day is special. You don't have to get cancer to… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
When you hear the word 'cancer,' it's as if someone took the game of Life and tossed it in the air. All… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
“Wouldn't it be great if health-care plans included a list of Buddhist monks among the network providers?” — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
'Star Trek' never grabbed me. Every time I hear about Klingons, I think of those little lint balls that stick to your clothes in… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Choas will come, calm will follow, and then it will start up all over again. The secret is to savor the ride. — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
Writer's block.. when one curses the blinking cursor on the blank page. — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
...there were two kinds of women: those who wear nail polish and those who don't. Which do you prefer?... — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
“My life used to be like that game of freeze tag we played as kids. Once tagged, you had to freeze in the situation… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
My daughter had carried within her a story that kept hurting her: Her dad abandoned her. She started telling herself a new story. Her… — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
