Sometimes I forget I had cancer.
Sometimes I forget I have cancer.
Sometimes I forget how very lucky I am to be living in an age where we have information at our finger tips. It’s frightening and often overwhelming to skim the daunting prognosis stats, hear the triumphant stories and research every ache. Whether it’s right or wrong to self diagnose, initiate treatments or push doctors for more, at least we have it. So many people don’t. So many did not.
We’ve been honoring, mourning and reflecting on the career of actor, artist and comedian Gene Wilder. While he was an accomplished actor who starred in many notable films, what hit me most was a tribute he made to his wife, Gilda, after she died of ovarian cancer. Clouded with sadness, he wrote an essay trying not to blame himself for being so naive. He didn’t know the signs, ask the right questions or understand what he could have brought to the table to help save his wife. With this information, he believed he could have helped prevent her untimely death.
While Gilda’s disease was different than mine, I was fortunate to benefit from cancer survivors like her. I knew those lessons. I was armed with a briefcase filled of family history information. I knew pointed questions to grill doctors on about breast cancer. I was a survivor. I am a survivor. Yet, it still came back.
Even after the second bout of cancer, I didn’t wallow in my sorrows. I followed my doctors orders, while also educating myself to challenge some of their thoughts. I’ve expanded my circle of doctors, creating a true medical team filled with oncologists, naturopaths and other practitioners focused on wellness. I’ve accepted these appointments with frequent follow ups. And though I constantly strive to take care of very good care of myself, it still comes down to this.
No matter how smart I am…
No matter how much I take care of my body through healthy living practices…
No matter how many times I scan and rescan my body…
Cancer still kills and we don’t have a cure especially for a disease like mine, stage IV metastatic breast cancer.
So, what does this mean?
It means we need to find a cure.
Yes, we should all take care of ourselves and strive to live a healthy lifestyle – mind, body and soul.
Yes, we should advocate for ourselves and push doctors, naturopaths and other practitioners to help us heal our illnesses.
But cancer sometimes has its own mind and may rip itself through all the goodness and clean lifestyle ways.
So, we need a cure…especially for the rare and stage IV diseases.
Shocked when my cancer returned in September 2013, I didn’t realize that nearly 30% of early stage breast cancer survivors will be re-diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. I was proud that I put cancer behind me after finishing grueling surgeries and treatments in 2005. I really thought it would never return and went back to my old ways. Yet, it came back and this time it spread to my sternum and spine. What I learned – there’s no cure for metastatic disease and the prognosis is 2-3 years.
Imagine hearing those words…or better yet, stumbling upon those statistics online in the dark of night, when you can’t sleep. We need to change the statistics. We need better outcomes, more cures.
So how do we find a cure? We support research for these rare or less funded diseases. (Less than 7% of research funds go to metastatic breast cancer.) We find charities that are linked up with hospitals or organizations that fund studies. We find opportunities big or small to make a difference.
How do you make a difference? Give a little bit of time (volunteer) or money (donate $1.) I’ve supported a lot of charities that educate, build awareness and fund research for overall studies. I’m incredibly proud to be associated with The Cancer Couch Foundation, a 501C3 non-profit corporation founded by Rebecca Timlin-Scalera, PhD, breast cancer survivor and neuropsychologist. Through this foundation, 100% of the donations and event proceeds go directly to these institutions to fund cutting edge research projects on metastatic breast cancer. Not only is founder Rebecca a brilliant mind, but she’s a beautiful soul. I believe, through her efforts with the world leading cancer centers, they will make huge inroads into finding a cure and better outcomes for those currently living with metastatic breast cancer.
As we approach October and everyone is painting the town pink for breast cancer awareness month, I ask you think about metastatic disease and what you can do to help. Check out TheCancerCouch.com today to learn more. Donate here or check out her local events throughout the country. And if you live in Connecticut, there are a few tickets left for The Cancer Beat Concert and Fundraiser on Saturday, September 10 at FTC.