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How cancer affected my relationship as a young black woman

Being diagnosed with cancer has many effects on a person's life, including their relationships and sexuality. As a young black woman, I faced unique challenges that impacted my relationship with my husband.

Being a young black woman with cancer

Being a young black woman with cancer can feel isolating. The lack of representation in media and healthcare can make it difficult to find resources that are geared toward our specific needs. Creating community and finding support is crucial during this time.


Joining cancer support groups specifically for young black women can provide a sense of belonging and support.


Taking care of yourself mentally and physically is important during and after treatment. This can include therapy, exercise, and meditation.


Advocating for yourself and others can help break down barriers in healthcare and raise awareness about the unique challenges faced by young black women with cancer.

My relationship before cancer

Love and Support

My husband and I had a strong relationship built on love, trust, and support. We enjoyed spending time together and making each other laugh. We were each other's biggest cheerleaders.


Like many couples, we faced challenges in our relationship, but we always worked through them together. Little did we know, a bigger challenge was right around the corner.

Cancer's impact on my relationship

"For better or for worse" takes on a whole new meaning when facing cancer in a relationship. The stress and fear of cancer can put a strain on even the strongest relationships. My husband and I had to learn how to communicate, support each other, and find our new normal.


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