Remembering loved ones who have died always matters. Marking time since they’ve been gone matters too, at least it does to me. I believe doing so honors them. On March 6, 2008 my mother died from metastatic breast cancer. It’s now been six years. Today, and every day, I remember. Today, once again, I “mark time.”
I do not remember and I do not mark time to garner sympathy. I don’t want sympathy.
No, I do so because I want the world to realize that breast cancer is still a deadly disease. It is not about pink and pink ribbons, walks and races, being strong, being brave or winning/losing a battle.
It’s about so much more than trite cliches, simplistic messages and unrealistic expectations.
I do not wish to be all “doom and gloom sounding” either.
No, but I am and will remain a realist.
And the reality is that every year 40,000 women and men die from metastatic breast cancer in the US alone.
This means that since that day in March six years ago, 240,000 more women and men have died from this disease in just the US. This means that 240,000 more families have been impacted by this disease like mine was with the death of a loved one.
No, I do not want sympathy.
I want more conversation about metastatic breast cancer. I want more research dollars devoted to finding answers about how to better understand and some day prevent metastasis. I want less harsh treatments and better outcomes for those dealing with metastatic disease today. I just want better…
This is why I remember.
This is why I will continue to mark time.
By reading this post you have helped me do that.
We will not forget.