I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

This was our last stop. This was it. We had those two embryos that we had banked prior to learning about the breast cancer and with the medicine she was on this was our last effort. The prayers were answered.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is but always To be Blest.

I am passionate about talking to women about their breast health.

My goal is people associate November with COPD awareness month as much as they notice October with breast cancer and pink. That'd be a great thing if it happened. The fact that COPD kills more people than breast cancer and diabetes put together should raise some red flags.

The virtues like the Muses are always seen in groups. A good principle was never found solitary in any breast.

I feel that between my experience and my mother's breast cancer is a little bit like someone who lives next door. I know what that person looks like and what their daily habits are.

Brands must have a point of view on that purposeful engagement whether it's directed towards the environment poverty water as a resource or causes such as breast cancer or education. Merely declaring your commitment to a category or cause will not be enough the distinguish your brand sufficiently to see a return on these well-intended efforts.

Breastfeeding is the very best diet I've been on.

In L.A. I get a meal delivery service called Diet Designs. I like a nice butter lettuce salad with some avocado fresh grapefruit shredded chicken breast and raw almond slices with a sesame vinaigrette dressing. I also love juicing and am kind of obsessed with it.