Historias compartidas
2021 will mark 15 years since my father, Vito Salvatore Mannino, succumbed to lung cancer.
The air might kill us! I said the air we breath may kill us.
On April 7, 2015 my family changed forever. My dad was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer, the most aggressive form of lung cancer.
I was first diagnosed on Valentine’s Day 2019 with stage 3b NSCLC.
Hi, I'm a lung cancer survivor of 3A non small cell lung cancer. I was diagnosed in August of 1999. I'm married and have three great children and t...
I was selected for a program to take a chest X-ray once a year starting in 1984. In 2002 the x-ray showed I had cancer in my right lower lung (small cell). I was operated on in March of 2003, the lower lobe of right lung was removed. My wife said the
My story, as it were, started when I found blood in the sink while clearing my throat one morning in February of 2014. It alarmed me more because a friend of mine had recently spent several days in a hospital because of pneumonia.
My name's John and I quit smoking in 2007. I had smoked a pack a day for almost 30 years up to that point. In early 2019, my wife and I read an article about low-dose CT scanning. Knowing first hand from experiences with relatives how horrible cancer
I am a Vietnam vet. In the summer of 2009, I was being diagnosed for gall bladder stones when an alert radiologist noticed a "suspicious area" in the lower lobe of my right lung while reading a CT scan that was focused on my gall bladder.
I don't have cancer, but I hope I never will. I have seen firsthand how painful and devastating cancer is not just for the person dying, but on family members, children, parents, siblings, friends and other relatives.
In April 2013, an on the job injury to my left shoulder resulted in multiple X-rays, one showed a spot on my left lung.
I turned 65 this year. I quit smoking 5 years ago on my 60th Birthday. But prior to that I smoked a pack a day for over 40 years. My father died fr...
My sister's mother was diagnosed with lung cancer last year (2015) and passed this month (August 2016).
Three and a half years ago, I lost my husband of 35 years to idiopathic familial pulmonary fibrosis. He was 56 years old.
My mother is battling lung cancer at the moment. She is in stage 1 right now and it is a hard road to watch a loved one sick from this awful disease.
