I've read stories about women whose breast cancer diagnoses were delayed because they explained away certain symptoms. One woman, an athlete, was told by her husband one day that her nipple looked different from the other. "It's probably just the jog bra I've been wearing all day," she assured him. They both moved on.

Some time later, this woman learned that her different nipple was a sign of breast cancer. And she had it. She just didn't know it. And so her diagnosis came late. Eight years later, this young mother of two small children died from a disease she explained away.

This is normal -- the art of explaining away all the odd messages our bodies give us. Perhaps it's the stigma of whining about every little ache and pain that keeps us from pursuing immediate medical attention. It could be the likelihood that our complaints are pretty normal, so we refrain from rushing to judgment.

I'm practicing this well-established art right now. It's odd for me because I've already had breast cancer, and I am usually ultra-sensitive to every twinge of pain I feel. So when I woke this morning, with a tight and aching feeling in my chest, one would have thought I'd be racing out the door, headed for the nearest emergency room. I considered the fact that perhaps I need to be seen, that a chest X-ray might be in order, but I took no action -- because I explained the feeling away. It went something like this:

It must be the way I slept. I slept in a different bed, with one child and one dog, and I don't think I moved an inch all night.

The feeling gets less intense with time. At this moment, I can only feel something -- and it's very mild -- if I inhale deeply.

If I have the same feeling tomorrow morning, I will pursue it -- no, I won't pursue it just yet because I wont' be sleeping in my own bed for a few more nights. I'll wait until I get back to my own bed and see what happens. Maybe this bed is not good for me.

This goes on and on. For me, I think it happens because I suspect nothing really is wrong with me. Perhaps I am dismissing something serious but mostly, I'm chalking this behavior to progress. Because there was a day when I ran to the dentist for a bump on the roof of my mouth -- it was nothing -- and I cried to get myself a next-day mammogram for some lumpy tissue I was convinced was cancer -- it wasn't -- and now, I am happy to feel more like a normal person. I am happy to have perfected my new art, which incidentally I will abandon in an instant if the discomfort persists.

My husband says he's had this feeling before when getting out of bed. I think I'm going to be OK.

Of all the gifts I received during my cancer treatment, I never did receive boxing gloves. And I've never even considered giving them as gifts to loved ones who are sick. I usually stick with fuzzy socks -- that's my traditional put-your-feet-up comfort gift. But I like the idea of boxing gloves. I like that they represent the fight cancer brings out in us. And I like that two sisters came up with this gift idea for their mother during her cancer battle. Complete with signatures from family and friends, they presented boxing gloves to their mom, Gerrell, who loved looking at her symbol of strength. And she was thrilled with all the personal messages that reminded her each day of everyone who stood in her corner. Although Gerrell has since passed away from cancer, the boxing glove idea lives on.

After their mom died, Gerrell's daughters began a company called My Knockout where they sell boxing gloves with signature pens, t-shirts, gift baskets, and more -- and they contribute a portion of all profits to the American Cancer Society. They say it's takes just three rounds to pursue this gift option for anyone faced with a physical or emotional struggle -- just purchase My Knockout boxing gloves, have friends and loved ones sign the gloves with encouraging messages, and give the gloves to your fighters.

Gerrell's daugthers, who also keep a My Knockout blog, say life is truly worth fighting for. So put your gloves up and fight.

Thanks Sheree for sharing your story!

Mammograms may not be solely for detecting breast cancer anymore -- they may also lead to detection of heart disease. Calcifications may be detected in the arteries of the heart during routine mammograms. Essentially, this indicates hardening of the arteries and can be a sign of heart disease. This is nothing new, really -- doctors have long thought that hardening of breast arteries relate to heart disease. But this relationship had never really been studied -- until recently. Several large studies and many smaller ones have shown a correlation between these vascular calcifications on arteries in the breast because of the similar size to the arteries in the heart. And this correlation revealed itself for one woman -- Bunnie Gleiman -- when she went for her annual mammogram and learned that she had these calcifications on the arteries in her breast. She says her mammogram saved her life -- but not from breast cancer. Now on medications for cholesterol and blood pressure, Bunnie reports that she is happy and healthy. Thanks to her mammogram.

I'm not much of a cook -- I don't like to cook, I don't cook well, and I am never really enticed to spend any amount of time in the kitchen preparing food. So my husband picks up my slack much of the time. Tonight he made turkey meatballs with rice and green peppers -- and some other veggie side dishes too -- and he cooks pasta and grills chicken and can successfully feed our family of four without hesitation or frustration. For me, cooking, hesitation, and frustration all roll into one. And that's why I avoid anything of the culinary persuasion and thank my lucky stars for a husband who doesn't mind cooking endeavors. But sometimes, I am forced to enter the kitchen -- I have two growing boys who need to eat, after all, and I am the one mostly at home catering to their every need. So I do okay -- I try to maintain a healthily family menu and I can handle the basics and no one is really complaining so I guess I'm holding my own. But I'd like to find more pleasure in cooking -- and more variety and more creativity too. Perhaps free weekly recipes sent to my e-mail inbox would be a push in the right direction.

The American Institute for Cancer Research offers this service, and I am just moments away from subscribing to this offering that was started by a cancer group who sends out to anyone who signs up free recipes that are mostly lowfat, high-fiber, and plant-based. Launched just several months ago, this service already has more than 10,000 subscribers -- and many are cancer survivors who have learned to make everything from cherry spritzers to brown rice pudding to sweet potato and peanut chili. A name and e-mail address is all it takes to get the ball rolling -- just visit www.aicr.org and look for the health-e-recipes area.  Soon, simple and nutritious recipes will be at your fingertips. And at mine too. Unless I decide to pass them off to my husband.

The body speaks in visual clues revealing the state of our health. For example, a trained practitioner can tell you if you have heart disease by examining how your fingernails grow. Deciphering what the body is trying to say is a continuing learning process for the health community. Now, there might be one more clue that is understood.

According to researchers, deep facial wrinkles indicate lung weakness and a sign of lung disease. In a study done at the Royal Devon & Exeter National Health Service in Britain, the participants who had significant wrinkles of the face were five times more likely to have COPD and three times more likely to have severe emphysema. It has been well-established that some, but not all smokers, develop decreased lung function and eventual COPD. Researchers believe the results of this study will alert physicians to the potential for lung disease when treating patients who show extensive or deep wrinkling of the face.

Hiccups are annoying, and the home remedies for an attack of hiccups range from holding your breath to breathing into a paper bag -- to being startled -- to swallowing a spoonful of sugar. I could go on in remedies thought to work. But hiccups were never a medical concern before today.

According to Professor Tom Walsh, a researcher at James Connolly Memorial Hospital in Dublin, persistent hiccupping in addition to weight loss and difficulty swallowing could be a warning sign of cancer of the esophagus. In fact, six percent of patients diagnosed with esophageal cancer went to see a doctor because of hiccups. Over 25 percent of patients reported problematic hiccupping prior to cancer diagnosis. I know -- your thinking thanks for that -- one more thing to worry about. But I say that the weight loss and difficulty swallowing are going to be far greater indicators of a medical problem than the ever so common hiccup.