Life Happens – An Update

Published March 15, 2016 by Deb Ragosta

Just a quick note to tell you my daughter was able to leave the hospital today. She is at 27 weeks/4 days of her pregnancy, but her physicians decided she could go home to strict bed rest. She must have weekly ultrasounds and OBS checks, but the baby already weighs approximately three pounds and is doing well.  

Thank you for all the thoughts, prayers and kind words. Although we all experience life’s unexpected challenges, we never know our real strength until we come out from the clouds to feel the warm healing that surrounds us. It’s there for the asking – from our friends, family, spiritual connections and religious beliefs. We just have to know anything is possible, as long as we NEVER stop believing.

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.

Life Happens

Published February 24, 2016 by Deb Ragosta

For many people dealing with serious illness, the shock of the diagnosis is often enough to put us into an emotional place where it’s easy to ignore the life going on around us. We get so focused on the shock of our new reality that we can easily find ourselves already beginning treatment before we have time to process and accept all that is going on. For me, when the shock of hearing “you have stage 4 breast cancer” wore off, I had to face and accept that I would be in treatment for that cancer for the rest of my life. Treatment would never end and I was officially a breast cancer “lifer.” My life would go on, but so would all the ramifications of knowing I would always be one tumor marker or progression away from yet another treatment change.

As, with life, however, none of us live in a cocoon and we must live with all that goes on around us – having nothing to do with our health situation, but everything to do with the fact that the world doesn’t stop because we’ve been hit by an unmoveable iceberg.

In the 6-plus years since my mets diagnosis, I’ve experienced many non-cancer related, albeit life-changing events. I’ve lost a job that I loved, I’ve become a grandparent for the first time and I’ve watched my own child settle into a life filled with all I ever wished for her. I put the negative things into my “it could be worse” category and the positive things have been added to my completed “bucket list.” I try to put perspective into everything that happens and that usually smooths things out for me and helps make my life more normal.

While we react to unexpected joys and traumas in different ways, occasionally, our reaction when we are affected by something that is beyond what we have ever prepared for can’t be imagined until it happens. If we win millions of dollars in the lottery, although we may have dreamed about that possibility throughout our lives, we will never know how we will react until it actually happens. Similarly, while we assume we are safe in our cars because we are good drivers, a split-second decision (or lack, thereof) of another driver can can change lives forever.

Recently, my adult daughter was involved in an accident when she was stopped at a red light and was hit from behind by another driver. It was a minor accident and at another time, would have given my daughter nothing more than shoulder bruises from her seat belt. The air bag never inflated. What turned this from fender-bender to horror is the fact that at the time of the crash, my daughter was 21 weeks pregnant with her second child. Except for a very short discharge, she has been hospitalized since the crash and will be until her baby girl is born. Every day is a gift and allows the baby to grow and get stronger. If she holds off until 28 weeks, there is a great chance she will be perfectly normal. The odds go down if she is born in the next 3 weeks, they go up for every day from 28 weeks to 34 weeks.  

Needless to say, since the accident, I haven’t thought about my own health situation. Even having metastatic breast cancer (and respiratory issues related to a medication I was on for the cancer) seems trivial and minor compared to my daughter’s situation. Healthy babies are born all the time and we tend to take for granted that ours will be healthy and normal as well. How could I possibly feel sorry for myself when my child is fighting for her child? Of course, I can’t and don’t, but her situation has caused me to pause and look at my own journey.  

What I’ve realized is that in the grand scheme of my life, having stage 4 breast cancer isn’t the worse thing that can happen. Yes, it’s bad and not what I expected or wanted, but in the end, there is so much more that can affect and change me. After watching my daughter and son-in-law deal with their situation over the past few weeks, I’ve realized that in the end, the reality is that life happens and as much as we think we can control our lives, we really can’t be in total control. Whether we are dealing with the negatives or the positives of life, all we can do is try to make the right choices and hope others do the same.  

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.

RIP Holley Kitchen, the MBC Mom Who Reached Millions

Published January 12, 2016 by Deb Ragosta

Holly reached millions with her moving video. Not a word was spoken, but every word was heard. RIP #Lifer

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We were so very sorry to learn Holley died today, January 12, 2016.  She was 43 years old.

“Our hearts are broken as we share the news that Holley peacefully passed away early this morning,” writes Holley Facebook page friend and administrator. “She was surrounded by love, as she has been in every moment of her life. . .Details regarding Holley’s services will be forthcoming. Please respect the privacy of those closest to Holley as they grieve and make all the necessary arrangements. Thank you for your unending support and love.”  ‪#‎Lifer‬

Anyone who wishes to support the Kitchen family financially, can find the links here. Our hearts go out to Holley’s family and friends. She was a true gem.

“I didn’t know my risk for reoccurrence or what metastatic disease even meant,” she told PEOPLE magazine about the impetus for her famous video. “I didn’t want someone feeling…

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My New Year’s Resolution: Living My Life in a State of Gratitude

Published January 1, 2016 by Deb Ragosta

It’s hard to believe, but another new year has arrived, and, as usual, many people insist on making resolutions (despite the fact we know that many will fail before mid-January).  I think some are doomed to fail because keeping the resolution is usually out of our control.  A resolution is a personal choice and can only succeed if the person making the resolution takes total ownership of it.

I gave up making New Year’s resolutions a long time ago, but recently, a friend made a comment about living in a state of gratitude.  In spite of everything – positive and negative we may be experiencing, we can find gratitude in every moment.  That got me thinking about my own life and how I can at least try to turn everyday into a good day, even if it’s been a day when not everything has gone as well as I had hoped.  Can I accomplish this – especially as a woman living with metastatic breast cancer?  Can I be grateful for the fact I live my life from month to month, dependent on disability payments and a small part time job?  Can I forgive people who have wronged me – especially those I thought were friends, when in reality, they were nothing more than people looking out for themselves but using friendship to disguise their true intentions?  Can I find gratitude in the things over which I have no control?

If I were to make an “official” New Year’s resolution, I could resolve to try to turn every day into a good day.  I can’t control the fact I have stage IV breast cancer, but I can control how I deal with it and live with it.  I can choose to not let breast cancer define me.  I can be grateful that despite having a terminal illness, I have done well on every treatment and am now into my 7th year with metastatic breast cancer. I can resolve to be grateful that I can survive financially and have access to the best cancer care.  I can’t control that my perfect part time job will continue, but I can be grateful that I qualified for and was chosen from many applicants for a teaching position that allows me to keep my earnings under the maximum monthly amount allowed by SSDI.

I can certainly choose to forgive those who have wronged me, bullied me, lied about me and harassed me – all for their own gain.  This one is the toughest for me, but I am working on it because these “friends” really aren’t worth the amount of effort I’ve put into being upset and angry about situations over which I had little or no control.  I can, however, control how I deal with this going forward.

In reality, there are many things over which we have no control that truly give us the most joy and reasons to be grateful.  For me, having a 14-month old grandson gives me a reason to be grateful for the gift of seeing this little person, who is a part of me, develop his own personality and grow and change every day.  There are many random things in our lives that bring us joy beyond anything we thought possible, yet we often fail to recognize these as gifts.   We cannot live in the state of gratitude until we realize there is good all around us.  I found this quote by author and blogger Marelisa Fábrega that is a great definition of the true meaning of gratitude and how embracing it can change our lives:

“Gratitude should not be just a reaction to getting what you want, but an all-the-time gratitude, the kind where you notice the little things and where you constantly look for the good, even in unpleasant situations. Start bringing gratitude to your experiences, instead of waiting for a positive experience in order to feel grateful … It means learning to live.”

Instead of starting 2016 with resolutions, I have started the new year by being grateful for the things in my life that allow me to have a wonderful life – even if I do live my life one day at a time.  I can find gratitude in the things and events I cannot control.

In the end, however, I think we could all deal better with the rough times if we are more grateful for the smooth ones.

Happy New Year and may 2016 bring us closer to the cure for metastatic breast cancer and help each one of us learn how to live in a state of gratitude.

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.

Christmas and the Sad Truth

Published December 19, 2015 by Deb Ragosta

It’s that time of year again when, for many, the top job of the month is preparing for the perfect holiday.  Regardless of our traditions – religious and otherwise, our “to-do” lists tend to be much longer in December than at any other time of year.  

For many, the passing of another year reminds us of changes in our lives since last year. We celebrate births and mourn losses.  Children who were away at college for the first time, are home making us realize how much we really miss them.  There may have been weddings, divorces, funerals, new jobs and lost ones – joy and sadness.  Of course, in a perfect world, holiday joy would wrap everyone in a blanket of happiness, love and new beginnings.  Sadly, for many families, this month of tidings and good cheer can be anything but.  For me, as blessed as I’ve been – enjoying my 13-month old grandson, traveling to AZ and the Grand Canyon with a life-long friend and responding very well to my third treatment since my mets diagnosis in 2009, there is still the sadness of losing two friends to breast cancer. (One, I knew personally.  The other, I knew as a member of an on-line support group.)  Neither ever complained or felt sorry for themselves, but dealing with metastatic breast cancer wore them down.  One decided to stop treatments weeks before she passed.  The other (who had a school-aged son) was trying anything, right up to the day she posted her “good-bye” to her virtual friends and passed shortly thereafter.

Regardless of our holiday rituals and celebrations, the sad truth is that in the last year, once again – almost 40,000 women and men passed away from metastatic breast cancer.  Their families and friends face a very different reality this year.  No presents, great food and holiday traditions can change that for those left behind as the breast cancer monster finally rendered useless the treatments, diagnostics, clinical trials and second opinions that are very much a part of life with metastatic breast cancer.

While I am not a woman who shies away from a good fight and have been told by several people who know or knew me well (including my own mother and daughter) that I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I didn’t have the last word, I know that someday, breast cancer will have the last word and no snippy email or comment from me will change that.  I won’t be able to bait my challenger so I can end the discussion with a stinging final comment.  I won’t walk away thinking I won.  As much as I hate to be on the losing end of any fight, I know my challenger will win.  

Someday, it will be my passing that is mourned at the holiday celebrations.  As I believe in an afterlife and that we live through those we leave behind, I don’t want to be the loved one whose passing casts a pall of sadness over treasured holiday rituals.  I want a chair for me to sit in and for my family toast to a wonderful life.  I want to have the last words, as I always do.  “Stop with the sad faces, enjoy your meal and of course – Buon Natale!”

Don’t Stop Believing!

Deb

Dedicated to my mom who would have been 85 today (12/19).  She fought the good fight and passed in 2001.  She is with me – on Christmas and every day.  I toast to her wonderful life!

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.

The Gift of Family

Published December 1, 2015 by Deb Ragosta

Thanksgiving has passed and many of us spent the day as we usually do – with family.  As always, there was food, rituals, football, after-dinner naps and, for those not willing to simply watch Black Friday unfold on the 11:00 news, a trip into the dark wilderness of bargains, bargains and more bargains.  How many TVs or computers do we need?  (Not enough to get me to risk being trampled at a Walmart just so I can sue the store when I don’t get the deal I wanted because they only stocked 2 in-store and the 200 people in front of me wanted the same item!)

What Thanksgiving is supposed to be is a whole day to be thankful for all the good things in our lives – the things we take for granted, but are much better off for having.  I love the tradition of going around the Thanksgiving table and having each person say what they are thankful for.  My family gives thanks through a short prayer, but the prayer leader usually names the things we’re all thinking about anyway – good health or healing, a new baby, family members who are not present and more.  Thanksgiving is the  one day of the year that everyone loves everyone else in the family.  Even before the stores open on Black Friday, however, we’re back to being normal, dysfunctional families.  Never mind missing our family who couldn’t make it to the Thanksgiving celebration – we’re just happy we didn’t have to put up with them for a whole day!  

If we really think about it, whether we like it, or not – family is what holds us together – through shared memories and regardless of the real stories behind those memories.  Often, the stories change depending on who is telling them, which, IMHO, is part of the fun of family get-togethers.  In any case, as much as we may dread being with certain family members, we probably wouldn’t want it any other way and often express our disappointment when those family members aren’t present.

Holidays can be difficult for people dealing with chronic illness because illness doesn’t take the holidays off.  The same can be said for people dealing with grief, unemployment, financial uncertainty or anything that affects them in a negative way.  It’s a fine line we walk as we don’t want to ruin the family gathering, with depressing conversation, yet it can hurt when not one person asks “how are you?”  I’m not talking about those we see often and keep in touch with – I’m talking about those we see once or twice a year.  I used to take offense to what I perceived as their ignorance, but I’ve come to realize that it may be because those people simply don’t want to be reminded that many of their loved ones have life-altering issues – illness or otherwise and if they don’t acknowledge them, they don’t exist.

I am very open about having stage 4 breast cancer, yet I rarely (if ever) bring it up with friends or family – even on non-holidays.  I know who is comfortable talking about it because they are the ones who always ask how I’m doing and seem genuinely interested in where I am with treatment and the disease, itself.  I know who would never bring up the subject because they would rather believe that I’m fine now and always will be.  It used to hurt me when those closest to me were (and still are) often the ones who would never even make a comment that might lead to someone else in the room asking me how I’m feeling.  In the 6+ years since my stage 4 diagnosis, I have maneuvered my way through many family gatherings and am grateful if the person who leads our prayer before dinner and gives thanks to for the gift of healing.  It doesn’t always come out that way, but that’s not what matters.  We all need healing in one way or another and that simple acknowledgement is a gift, in itself.

It’s said that we can’t pick our family,  Whoever came up with that statement was a very wise and insightful person who realized that dysfunction is inherent in every family, even on the days we come together to celebrate and be thankful for our blessings.   We might not always see it that way and each family is different and unique in it’s own way.  It is our expectations of what our family members should or shouldn’t do or say that blinds us to the reality of our responsibility to accept others as they are – not how we want them to be.

In the end, however, we all are touched by the gift of family.  We just have to realize it and let go of our expectations of how our loved ones should behave.  After all – they’re probably saying or thinking the same things about us that we are about them!  

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.

The Gift of Friendship

Published November 15, 2015 by Deb Ragosta

For many people dealing with terminal cancer, there is hardly a day that goes by without thinking about the disease, the next oncology appointment, the success or failure of treatments (past, present and future) and anything else connected with the reality of living with a potential death sentence.  Holidays and family events can be even tougher, as it is so easy to fall into the pit of imagining a time when these special times go on without us.

Those who know me, know I am always looking for the moments where my attention can turn from the reality of having stage 4 breast cancer to the reality of the life I’ve led and lead and the blessings from that life that continue to support me and keep me lifted up.  For me, one of those blessings is the gift of friendship.

Like many others, the creation of Facebook allowed me to reconnect with friends from my past – especially those from high school.  I grew up in suburban northern New Jersey (nowhere near a turnpike exit!) and had a wonderful childhood filled with memorable experiences and connections that were meant to last forever, but somehow drifted away, as most usually do.  

A few years ago, through Facebook, I reconnected with Linda – who I first met when I sat behind her in 7th grade math class.  We were friends throughout junior and senior high school and through college.  She visited me and my husband (I had since moved to Massachusetts) in the mid-1970’s.  After that, we exchanged Christmas cards every year, but it wasn’t until July, 2011 that we met again at a mini-class reunion, held at another classmate’s house.  There was no need to play “catch-up” because it really didn’t seem like it had been at least 35 years since we last spent time together.  On that day, however, I realized that true friendship is solid, forgiving and lasts a lifetime.  

Since Linda lives in NJ and I’m in MA, we don’t see each other often, but she came to my daughter’s wedding in 2012 and we spent several days together – much of is spent laughing about the “good old days.”  When we turned 60 in 2014, I suggested we do something to celebrate and Linda (who had been to Arizona many times) suggested we go to AZ, so the planning began for our trip at the end of 2014.  Sadly, Linda’s dad passed away in December, within days of her breaking her ankle and I lost my job in November.  Since we really weren’t in the mood to celebrate what had been a tough year, we decided to postpone the trip.  We finally headed to the great southwest on October 27th.

I had been to AZ in 2008, but had never been to the Grand Canyon.  Unless you’ve been there, you can’t even begin to imagine the breathtakingly stark beauty of the Canyon.  I’m not a ”bucket-list” kind of person, but if I was, seeing the Grand Canyon would have been on the top of my list.  We spent a day in Sedona with two high school classmates – one who lives in Mesa and took us to Sedona and the other, who drove down from Las Vegas to spend the day with us.  We shopped – and shopped some more.  We ate – and ate some more and of course, we enjoyed more than a few beverages (our Facebook pages include pictorials of our journey, including the various libations we enjoyed.)  We laughed a lot and reminisced about more than a few things we did as teenagers coming of age in the late 60’s and early 70’s.  Our six-day vacation went by way too fast, but before ending our trip, we had lunch and one more cocktail at the airport, hugged and said goodbye to go to our gates to wait for our flights home.  

On the long flight, I relived the best moments of the prior six days, laughed to myself about our conversations and observations about everything from the NY Mets (they lost the World Series) to the CNBC debate and some of the comments made by the candidates – especially the ones that only someone from New Jersey could make (thank you, Chris Christie.)  What I realized, however, was that as wonderful as our vacation was, it was even better because I got a chance to get away from cancer.  I didn’t think about it, worry about it or feel sorry for myself for having it.  I hadn’t made a conscious decision to forget I have stage IV breast cancer, but it happened.  I have to think that being somewhere different and having fun with someone I love like a sister had a part in my being able to be a woman without cancer – if even for a few days.  I am more inclined, however to believe that my unexpected freedom had more to do with spending those days with one of the few friends who has known me for almost 50 years – before the ups and downs of life became reality and things didn’t always go the way I had dreamed when I was so anxious to get out and sink my teeth into the real world.  I realized that the gift of friendship is the gift that keeps on giving.  It can’t be returned or re-gifted.  It is given for a reason, is earned and can never be taken for granted.

Thank you, Linda, for the gift of your friendship.  Our paths have been very different, but those paths led us to the place we’ve been many times, many years ago – two friends sharing a drink (or two), catching up on the latest gossip (or political news) and laughing about the old guy who hit on you at the Waldorf Astoria’s Empire Room on our prom night!

Linda and I at the Grand Canyon on 10/29/2015.

Linda and I at the Grand Canyon on 10/29/2015.

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.

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