BCRF is a nonprofit organization committed to achieving prevention and a cure for breast cancer. We provide critical funding for cancer research worldwide to fuel advances in tumor biology, genetics, prevention, treatment, metastasis and survivorship.

Since their founding in 1993 by Evelyn H. Lauder, BCRF has raised more than half a billion dollars for lifesaving research. Through a unique and streamlined grants program, we seek out the brightest minds in science and medicine and give them the necessary resources to pursue their best ideas. As a result, researchers are able to make discoveries and design new approaches to address all aspects of breast cancer—and do so in record time.

At the age of 17, Dr. Bala Ambati became the world's youngest person to graduate from medical school.  Today he practices general Ophthalmology, and his experience includes cornea transplants, cataract extraction, keratoprosthesis (artificial cornea), LASIK, and other complex procedures of the cornea and anterior segment of the eye. This is his first article for Healthy Hispanic Living.

Hispanics in the U.S. at risk for cardiovascular disease also have a high prevalence of sleep apnea, which is often undiagnosed, suggesting the untreated sleep disorder can lead to diabetes and hypertension in this population, according to an analysis of the results of the landmark Hispanic Community Health Study/Study of Latinos (SOL).

Maria Medina, a breast cancer survivor, used to travel to the north side of Chicago by bus to participate in breast cancer education programs. However, it became difficult for her to keep up with the schedule and the long travel times, and eventually had to stop attending her breast cancer support group. When she did, she lost access to a wealth of information about the disease she was combating, and the vital support that comes from being with fellow patients and survivors.

I remember the day I noticed something was amiss. We had just walked back to the Dodge Grand Caravan I had rented for our weeklong trip to Miami after dinner at a Miami Beach Argentine restaurant, and my dad couldn’t find the door of the minivan. Yes, it was a rental, and he had had some wine at dinner but still something was off. As I sat back into the passenger seat, I leaned back and asked my step mother, if my dad was alright. She looked at me and said, “Yes.” I asked her again, and told her to tell me if something was wrong. She repeated that all was fine with dad.