When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1993, my greatest fear wasn’t chemotherapy or surgery—it was not living long enough to raise our 14-year-old daughter. At just 45 years old, my world tilted. I suddenly felt separated from my healthy friends, who could plan decades into the future, while mine seemed uncertain and fragile. And I’ll admit it: I was angry. I had done everything “right.” I ate well, exercised regularly, never smoked, rarely drank alcohol, performed monthly breast exams,...

by Christine Carpenter and Lori Seawel Did you know Iowa has played an integral role in breast cancer research that is saving lives right...

During and following my treatment for breast cancer I became aware of what really mattered and I discovered an intriguing combination of...