TikTok One of the greatest movies to come out of the ’80s has to be The Breakfast Club. And while the plucky, insightful, angsty (and deeply problematic) teens offer some really amazing, memorable lines (“Could you describe the ruckus, sir?”) one of the best exchanges has to be between the two adults. “Carl, I’ve been teaching for 22 years,” says the grumpy vice principal to Carl the janitor. “And each year these kids get more and more arrogant.” Carl scoffs. “Oh bullsh*t, man. Come on, Vern. The kids haven’t changed. You have.” It just highlights a universal truth that every...
My Pet Has Cancer — Where Do We Go From Here? Vets Explain What's Next
Martinns/Getty Images Having lost two dogs to cancer in the last year, I feel as though my eyes have been opened to the world of veterinary oncology. Trust me when I say that before this, cancer in dogs and cats was not even on my radar. I distinctly remember the first time I walked into our vet’s office post-diagnosis with my chocolate Labrador, Bill. After I asked her if this was all somehow a mistake, the next words out of my mouth through tears were: OK, so what’s the game plan? My husband and I knew we wanted to attack...
A Mom Shared Her Huge Family Bed & The Internet Had Feelings
TikTok/@casseyraebly Moms are pretty good at withholding judgment, shrugging, and saying, “Live and let live,” when it comes to other people’s choices. But there are are few parenting topics — like breast vs. bottle and working mom vs. stay-at-home mom — that seem to turn ugly fast whenever they come up. Also on the top of this list? The family bed. Some people think that it’s a giant, cozy pig pile of love that shouldn’t have an age limit. Other people think it’s a logistical nightmare at best and totally inappropriate independence-crusher at worst. Enter Cassey Bly, a 29-year-old stay-at-home...
Did You Get A Mammogram Callback? Don’t Panic — Here’s What Happens Next
MoMo Productions/Getty Images You did it — you got your annual mammogram! Maybe this was your first baseline mammogram, or perhaps you’ve been through this routine many times before. You leave the department and await your news of an all-clear report. And then it happens: The phone rings. It’s the imaging facility calling to say you are a callback. Cue the heart-sinking, stomach-dropping panic. My goal, as a nurse practitioner and medical writer specializing in breast health, is to help you navigate this moment without falling into a rabbit hole of fear fueled by endless Google searches. Instead, let’s take...