“Surviving” breast cancer two times. “N’ Shit” the anxiety, daily aches and pains from my medication, running the non-profit, working full time, being a wife, mom…and still trying to live my best life.
As a woman of color, I know that it’s a table that our communities have been traditionally omitted from. But with the overall goal to advance our understanding of cancer across the board, it is imperative that everyone is both included in the conversation, and also empowered to own a piece of this process.
We’ve heard firsthand from many women of color about a lack of access or knowledge of clinical trials. We’re working towards a world where women never have to say, “I didn’t know I had options.” The Fred Hutch Office of Community Engagement shares how you can find clinical trials on your own and what things you should consider on your search.
While many of conversations about clinical trials center on metastatic breast cancer, it’s important to note there are numerous types of clinical trials and medical research opportunities for various cancer experiences. The Fred Hutch Office of Community Engagement shines light on the different types of clinical trials.
A common misconception about clinical trials is that you may be the one who’s chosen not to receive cancer treatment. The Fred Hutch Office of Community Engagement shares the truth about the design of clinical trials.
Thank God It’s Natural (tgin) CEO and breast cancer survivor Chris-Tia Donaldson, sits down with FTBOU to talk about her personal journey and TGIN Foundation
So, the next time you think that there’s no seat at the table for you, I say you just go in there anyways, flip that table… toss those chairs around, and make everybody set a new table that includes you to start with!
Do you feel guilty because you survived but she did not? How do you pick up the pieces of yourself once someone or a part of you is gone?
As minorities, the last thing we want to do is admit that we need help; especially when it comes to mental health treatment.
I wanted to talk about it; I wanted to cry about it. I just couldn’t. I felt like a part of me that I never knew existed was taking over my life and I had nowhere and no one to turn to.
