Beating a Dead Horse

For most of us the days of being told how to live our cancer journey fell away when our treatments were over. Gone are the frustrating moments when well-meaning friends and strangers at Starbucks offer remedies, alternative therapies, and all manner of unsolicited advice.

But when you have mets, those opportunities keep on giving, until – well, until the treatment ends, and we all know when that is. Never.

So you can imagine my frustration by the wave of Good Samaritans, breast cancer survivors all, who seem to think that because they once had early stage breast cancer they are in a position to advise me about mine.

It’s not about treatment, thankfully, but it is about what is happening in the political world of breast cancer and it’s just as infuriating. I have a feeling we’re at a turning point among breast cancer organizations. Komen is still fighting it’s way back, NBCC is shifting it’s agenda. In my email box old accusations about ACS are being rehashed. And more and more of us are asking hard questions and demanding authentic answers. We are tired of the wool being pulled over our eyes. As we, advocates, become increasingly educated, as more and more money gets washed away in administrative overhead, as we continue to die, we are questioning – loudly – what is happening to the organizations who seek to or claim to speak for the plurality of the breast cancer community.

It’s interesting, because when I spoke out again Komen I was perceived as a well-informed, eye-wide-open, questioning sort of advocate. But now my questions are hitting closer to home – I’m asking for answers from the very organization that trained me to ask the questions. And those same people who supported me, vocally and visably, when it was Komen are now insisting that I don’t understand what is going on inside NBCC.

I readily admit that I have no inside track at NBCC. Nor did I at Komen. I hear the language they use, specifically about mets, and I ask questions. If I get answers at all, they are vague.

Do you have a mets agenda?

          We have said clearly that we want to prevent mets.

How does that help those of us who have mets?

          There’s only so much money to go around.

I get it. No one organization can do everything. I admire NBCC for all the training it provides advocates, for the platform that it has successfully (impressively) built, and for it’s commitment to a breast cancer vaccine.

Now, PLEASE stop telling me it’s a mets agenda. Invoking cell dormancy? Great – but we are SO remarkably far from having the knowledge we need for that to be a viable therapy that I can assure you I will be long dead before it arrives. But more importantly, SHOW ME THE MONEY. I have said many times on this blog, if you want to know what an organization’s priorities are, look at their budget, not their press releases. How much money is NBCC investing in metastatic cancer research. Real dollars. If THAT is a meaningful portion of the NBCC budget I will quickly, eagerly, enthusiastically eat my words and jump on the band wagon. If it isn’t, everyone who’s trying to teach me has simply had a hefty dose of NBCC’s pink Kool-Aid.

And until that information is publicity available, it is only polite to stop telling the metastatic breast cancer patients that you know best what we need and how to get there. Do not tell me I should be grateful that my disease might be seen as “chronic.” First, because it will only be “chronic” for a period of time, and second because you’ are not the one up at 3:00 AM wondering what your cells are doing, you’re not the one schelping to the doctor for treatment or managing the side effects.

For the love of God, if you are not a metastatic breast cancer patient please stop telling me how to be one! If you want to be in dialogue then you need to listen to me as well. You need to hear the voices of metastatic patients, not just the sales pitch from organizations that are looking for your money and your volunteer hours. I respect your choices in where you want to be a, who want to be involved with, but it’s time to respect mine is well.

Thoughts from Under the Bus

 Did you read Peggy Orenstein’s piece in last week’s New York Time’s Magazine? The Feel-Good War on Breast Cancer. Seriously, read it. I know it’s long. It needs to be. Come back after you read and we’ll discuss. I’ll be here.

And about the bus…we’ll get there.

So Orenstein says, far more eloquently than I, something we’ve been talking about for a while now. It’s about Komen, it’s about pink culture, it’s about the ridiculous things we do “for the cure,” and it’s about the reality of breast cancer.

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Be Heard: Send a Text to Congress – Rally for Medical Research

 

Be Heard: Send a Text to Congress – Rally for Medical Research

Medical Research saves lives – including mine, and probably yours.

Sequestration has halted a great deal of research, and may cause us to lose a generation of researchers.

PLEASE click above and let your Congress Members know what you think!

Someone you know ill? Watch what you say, and to whom.

Susan Silk and Barry Goldman

April 7, 2013

When Susan had breast cancer, we heard a lot of lame remarks, but our favorite came from one of Susan’s colleagues. She wanted, she needed, to visit Susan after the surgery, but Susan didn’t feel like having visitors, and she said so. Her colleague’s response? “This isn’t just about you.”

“It’s not?” Susan wondered. “My breast cancer is not about me? It’s about you?”

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The Beautiful Donna Peach

Two weeks of cooking, two nights of holiday dinners, and the jumbled mess of my kitchen reflects what’s going on in my head today, as I fight back tears.

Last night I was at a friend’s for dinner. Between courses I took a peek at my phone to find a bevy of emails about the death of our remarkable friend Donna Peach.

Regretfully, I didn’t get to know Donna as well as I would have liked. But what I did know was magnificently, sparklingly beautiful. The one chance we met in person Donna filled the room – which is particularly impressive when you consider the room was a sizeable outdoor farmers market. That was just over a month ago.

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ms1 01-28-13 The Darkness Within

Reblogged from Expressions about cancer through poetry:

I, I am poison, the enemy within
Death, hiding in life
A faceless adversary lurking in molecular darkness
I live in bone and flesh
I live in blood and cells
Stealing light, stealing laughter, stealing time
The most precious thing of all
I feed on toxins and chemicals
The food you eat, the air you breathe
I feed on innocence and purity…

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