Finding the Support We Need

Published June 22, 2015 by Deb Ragosta

Very few of us can go through life without some sort of support system.  Whether we are dealing with metastatic breast cancer, other diseases, divorces, substance abuse, raising our children or just living one day to the next, having support can be the difference between struggling and flourishing.  We are responsible for ourselves, but we are human and sometimes need others to help us deal with whatever it is we are experiencing.  For some, acknowledging the need for support would somehow leave them feeling embarrassed and diminished.  For others, embracing support is one of the ways they get through rough patches in life.  Some of us have amazing family and friends who offer us the support we need, when we need it – often without our asking for it, but just because they know we need it.  For others, there is no one who can give them support – often because those who are the closest to them may not be the ones who can offer the best support because they are too close to the situation and their support is wrapped in their own emotional connection.  Sometimes, it’s just easier to share with (and accept support from) strangers because they hear what we want them to hear without the “noise” of relationships, connected experiences (both positive and negative) or other extraneous perceptions.

After I was first diagnosed at stage 1 in 1990, I attended a local breast cancer support group for almost 5 years.  It was a very active group, facilitated by an oncology nurse and/or social worker.  It met monthly and it was rare for there to be less than 20 women in attendance.  Some women came once or twice and never returned.  Others came regularly every month.  Along the way, we lost women who had become our friends.  Even now, all these years later, I remember the middle-aged Loretta, who had 15 malignant  lymph nodes at her original diagnosis and was sailing along until, years later, the cancer spread and was aggressive.  She passed away shortly thereafter.  I remember Amy, who found a lump when she was pregnant.  Her physician dismissed it as benign tissue caused by the hormonal changes of pregnancy.  When she finally had a biopsy, the cancer had spread throughout her body.  Her child was five when she passed.  Both she and Loretta came to the group for support, but gave us so much more support than we could ever give them.  Each faced the reality of her diagnosis with grace and dignity that lifted me and inspired me to be a woman who would never be defined by breast cancer.  Their stories were powerful reminders to me that not every woman (or man) gets diagnosed at stage 1, and not everyone has treatment and walks away to live and enjoy the rest of her or his life as a breast cancer survivor.

Today, support groups have shifted (like most things in our world) to virtual, or on-line formats.  The internet allows us to be more informed and has given us the ability to gain as much knowledge as we chose to have at any point from pre-diagnosis through treatment and beyond.  There are statistics to scare us and statistics to reassure us.  The more advanced our cancer, the scarier the statistics.  “In-person” support groups exist, but many have fewer and fewer attendees as more cancer patients turn to the internet.   Prior to having the internet, many people attended support groups to get information about their disease,  Today, of course, the internet provides that information instantly, just for the asking (or Googling.)  The latest incarnation of the support group involves “calling in” and participating via phone and/or a venue such as Skype.  Although the way we get our information continues to change, I still believe in the power of traditional groups because seeing and hearing how others deal with their issues can’t be totally replaced by simply reading posts or connecting to a person on the other side of a computer screen.  Emotions are best shared and understood with a caring look, touch or hug – all possible only in the physical presence of others.

Little did I know when I was first diagnosed that my choice to attend a support group would give me so many coping tools that I use every day as a woman now living with metastatic breast cancer.  Thank you Loretta, Amy and every woman I met during those early days of my breast cancer journey.  You still support this “lifer” in ways I cannot even begin to thank you for.

Don’t Stop Believing!

Deb

May you realize that even in your darkest moments, something wonderful and amazing can happen that will change your life and remind you to never stop living for those rays of light that will take away the dark.

Don’t Forget BC Mets!

Published May 20, 2015 by Deb Ragosta

I was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer in 1990.  I was 35 and my only child was in kindergarten.  I wanted to see her grow up – go to proms, graduate from high school and college, meet the love of her life and dance at her wedding.  In 2009, out of nowhere and totally unexpected, an x-ray for a back injury revealed the breast cancer had metastasized to my bones.  In the time it took for my PCP to call me with the news, one part of my journey ended while another began.  As part of my coming to terms with this new chapter in my life, I started this blog.  While my intentions were good, my last entry was made in 2012 – shortly before my daughter’s wedding at which, of course, I danced, danced and danced some more – the last on my original wish list of things I wanted to live long enough to see or do.

Although I let the blog fall by the wayside, the fact I’ve continued paying to keep the Web site supports my theory that subconsciously, I knew I would resurrect it someday.   That day is here.  My daughter and son-in-law became parents in October and I’m now the nonni of my precious grandson, Brandon, Jr.  I take great joy in my belief that life really is like a circle and I am part of a circle that now has another piece.  The fact that part of me will live on in my daughter and in my grandson gives me great comfort and peace as I walk this journey with metastatic breast cancer.  I like to think we become stars in the sky – shining forever through those we leave behind.

I’ve done a lot of thinking in the past 5 ½ years – not only about having stage 4 breast cancer, but of how I can best advocate for and teach others about the disease.  I was as ignorant as many others thinking all those walks and buying everything from yogurt to cars for the “cure” surely meant there was a cure.  The reality is the dirty little secret of all that pink and fundraising is that shockingly little of the money raised actually goes to research to cure stage 4 breast cancer and that despite over 25 years of “pinktobers,” there are still more than 40,000 women and men dying from breast cancer in the U.S. every year.  That number has not changed considerably since breast cancer became the cause du jour.

I belong to an on-line support group for women and men (although no men post) with stage 4 breast cancer.  I can’t even count how many women have died since I joined the group in 2010.  Women of all ages – young and old, many with small children, many with adult children and grandchildren, many married, many single.  Metastatic breast cancer does not discriminate.  As sad as many of the posts are, the truly heartbreaking ones are those written by women who are saying goodbye to the group.  They are at the end of their journeys and write one last post – usually to thank the group for its virtual support and to say goodbye.  Some believe in heaven or some sort of after-life and tell us they will see us on the other side.  Some don’t believe there is more and their good-byes are achingly sad and so, so final.  In the end, many are simply done with the job of working at staying ahead of the demon we cannot catch, let alone beat.  They fought the good fight and are done – in a way, freeing themselves to let go.  I think the shock of knowing there is nothing else to try comes as a relief to some who cannot imagine having to try one more treatment – complete with side effects that are often worse than they ever imagined.  They are not giving up.  They are just giving in to the reality of metastatic breast cancer – the fate that is inescapable.

Recently, tweets such as #MetsMonday and #DontIgnoreStageIV have been tweeted  to help get the word out to the Twittosphere that metastatic breast cancer is real, is terminal and still affects up to 30% of women and men originally diagnosed at an earlier stage.  It needs to be addressed with awareness and most importantly – funding for research.   I am new to the world of Twitter, but I’ve come up with another tweet, #DontForgetBCMets, so on Mondays, I will tweet #DontForgetBCMets.  Please help me spread the word, remember my metsisters and brothers for whom the journey has ended and honor those who walk each day like it’s the best day of their life – regardless of what may come tomorrow.

Don’t Stop Believing!

Deb

Taking Care of a Loved One with Cancer

Published March 23, 2013 by Deb Ragosta

A few weeks ago, I received an email from Cameron, who read my post and asked if he could send me something he had written to post on my blog.  His wife, Heather, doesn’t have metastatic breast cancer.  She has mesothelioma.  I have to admit, I didn’t know much about the disease, except that I’d seen commercials from law firms looking for families who wanted to sue because their loved ones had the disease.

As you will see, once you read Cameron’s post, he is a devoted husband and father and has a story that deserves to be shared.  Not enough credit is given to the caregivers – those who walk the walk with us and are with us on our good days, as well as our bad.

Here is Cameron and Heather’s story.  I am honored to share it with you:

November 21, 2005 is a day my wife Heather and I will never forget. On that day our lives went from spending our time doting on our three month-old daughter, Lily, to fighting my wife’s diagnosis of malignant pleural mesothelioma. My wife, Heather, was in shock and disbelief. I learned before we even left the doctor’s office that I would have to start making decisions to help her through this. When the doctor laid out our treatment options, Heather stared silently, in shock and disbelief. I quickly made the decision to visit David Sugarbaker, a doctor in Boston who specialized in mesothelioma, and away we went into our life of chaos.

Heather was no longer able to work and I was only able to work part time in order to juggle the doctor’s appointments, travel arrangements and caring for our daughter. I soon became overwhelmed financially, physically, and emotionally. Would my wife die from this disease and leave me alone broke and with a young daughter? I spent many times bawling my eyes out and wondering if it would ever end.   

Luckily we had help. If anyone offers help of any kind when you are sick or a caregiver to someone else, take it.  I learned the hard way that there is no room for pride when a loved one’s life is on the line. We received friendly ears to listen and money to help us through the tight times. Family, friends and even complete strangers reminded us that we were not alone and gave us fewer things to worry about.

It was hard. Taking care of my wife while keeping the household running was the most stressful, exhausting, and uncertain time that I have ever experienced. There are no vacation days and you must keep going because you are the one that your family is depending on. You have to give yourself permission to be angry and scared and have bad days. Don’t give up hope and use every resource to pick up again and keep going.

It has now been seven years since that diagnosis, and my wife is cancer free. Heather went through surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy but she managed to beat this awful disease. Heather’s ordeal reminded me that time is precious and inspired me to go back to school. I studied Information Technology and graduated with high honors. I was the graduation speaker of my class, and Heather and Lily were in the audience to cheer me on. During Heather’s fight with mesothelioma, I never even thought that this could be my life. Never give up hope and always believe in yourself, and you can accomplish amazing things. 

Enjoying the Gifts of Life in Spite of Metastatic Breast Cancer

Published May 4, 2012 by Deb Ragosta

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but the reason for my silence is all good!  My 28-year old daughter (and only child) is getting married on June 2nd and life has been a lot busier lately.  She stresses out easily and my main role has been that of chief “voice of reason” as she suffers anxiety over every little wedding detail!

One of the things I do to help me in my own journey with metastatic breast cancer is to facilitate a 4-week workshop at the cancer center at which I am treated.  The program is called “Writing About Cancer” and includes 8 topics.  The group (including myself) writes about 2 topics each week.  Regardless of how many times I facilitate the workshop, I always come away from it with a cathartic realization about my own journey with breast cancer.

Following our writing about a specific topic, each person reads what they have written and the group discusses it.  Last week, I wrote about being diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer at age 35 when my daughter was 5 years old and in kindergarten.  I never looked at my survival in terms of 5 years, 10 years, etc., etc.  My goal was to see my daughter graduate from high school.  Of course, after the first 5, then 10 years, that thought  came into my brain less and less as I was moving along with life and the fear of recurrence diminished with each passing year.  In 2002, I was asked to say a few words at our hospital’s Cancer Survivor Day (I work in the public relations department).  Of course I said yes then gave absolutely no thought to what I was going to say.  When the microphone was handed to me, I told a totally off-the-cuff story about how my daughter was 5 when I was diagnosed and all I wanted was to see her graduate from high school.  Then it hit me – she was graduating that Saturday – just 3 days after the Cancer Survivor’s event at which I was speaking.  It came out of my mouth like a revelation.  Everyone started clapping and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.  Even my oncologist came to me for a teary-eyed hug!

Writing about and relating this story all these years later in the writing workshop left me with an incredible sense of thankfulness and joy.  Here I am, now dealing with stage 4 breast cancer, but  in a few weeks, I will be dancing at my daughter’s wedding!  How lucky am I?  Yes I have metastatic breast cancer, but so many of my metsisters will not live to see their children graduate from high school, let alone see them get married.  Just a few weeks ago, we lost Alicia from CT.  I met her only once, but she had 3 young daughters who she cherished.  Alicia will not see them graduate from high school.  She won’t be dancing at their weddings.

The on-line support group to which I belong (BCMETS.ORG) has post after post about women just like Alicia.  Some have young children and aggressive disease.  Some are single moms.  Some wonder how they will pay the bills until their disability payments start.  Some wonder if they will see their children even begin high school, let alone graduate.  The stories are heartbreaking and only the hardest hearted would not be moved.  The stories bring out feelings of anger, sadness and helplessness that I struggle with for many reasons, not the least of which is that I know how blessed I am that regardless of where my breast cancer journey takes me going forward, I have been able to be a part of my child’s life – something many women are robbed of by this insidious disease.

I can be sad over many things metastatic breast cancer may rob from me in the future, but for me, for now, I have been given an amazing and wonderful gift.  In spite of what may lie ahead for me.  I will dance at my daughter’s wedding!

Don’t Stop Believing!

Deb

Dear Nancy,

Published February 1, 2012 by Deb Ragosta

I see that your organization, “Komen for the Cure” is getting a little bad press today.  In fact, I just heard the news on CNN that you’ve pulled funding to Planned Parenthood – funding that was used to pay for mammograms for women who are underinsured, uninsured or otherwise cannot afford to pay for them.  It’s all over Facebook as well, and I understand your Facebook page is being bombarded by comments coming in from all over the country.  As we all know, you started the organization in 1982 to honor your late sister, Susan Komen, who passed away as a result of metastatic breast cancer.  Cheers to you and your rich pals for being so pro-active in trying to find that cure.  After all, that’s why millions are donated each year – so you can do just that.

It seems as though you take quite a large salary (and you are already very wealthy) and have even held positions in George W. Bush’s administration.  Why should it surprise anyone that you have caved to pressure from your wealthy right-wing pals to pull funding for free mammograms performed at Planned Parenthood  facilities.  As I see it, the problem is that Planned Parenthood also performs abortions, and that is the basis of the pressure to which you succumbed.  Abortion is and probably always will be a political hot button, but it has nothing to do with breast cancer and pulling funding for mammograms that just happen to be offered by the same organization that provides abortions makes no sense, even to those who have bought into your “savior of the masses from the horrors of breast cancer” image that you certainly do nothing to deny.

As for me, as a woman with metastatic breast cancer, I, along with many of my metsisters and brothers, stopped listening to your message a long time ago.  You claim to be “for the cure” yet you give less than 5% of the millions raised each year to research for metastatic breast cancer.  Now, you are pulling funding for mammograms because you don’t agree with the politics of the organization providing the mammograms.  Thanks to you, breast cancer awareness has come a long way since 1982, but now it’s time for you to stop talking the talk and start putting the money raised by your organization towards really making a difference (and I certainly don’t mean that we need a cancer-friendly perfume or to see your logo on 1 million more retail items.)

My message to you is simple:  Restore funding for mammograms (even if it means writing a check to Planned Parenthood) AND substantially increase funding for metastatic breast cancer research.  The rest is, quite frankly, nothing more than a feel-good marketing ploy that is sending the wrong message.  Komen can only be “for the cure” when the funds raised from children selling lemonade, people walking, swimming and buying everything from yogurt to cars really does go to finding the cure.  Nancy, you can make a real difference and the last thing you need is the ugly publicity being generated by pulling funds for free mammograms.

Sincerely,

Deb Ragosta

PS:  Don’t Stop Believing!

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